The Madness of Love

My Greatest Folly

Love is hope and optimism, that frankly balances on folly.




For the Writer’s Cramp – Prompt: Title your poem “My Greatest Folly”

My Greatest Folly

Was it folly to accept your offer
to dance until Night’s blackness
sprang stars like elf eyes
twinkling through the dark?

Was it folly to accept a second date
to ride the challenge of conversation
into patterns of reciprocation
which wove strings between us tight?

I know it was folly when we loved,
two bare skins clinging body to body,
an exploration, a discovery of
the depths of desire and trust.

Folly wears delicious moments
while it builds up chains of kinship
chains to cleave us into one component
with hands and hearts cohesive.

But the gravest folly came in pledges
that throughout the stars of time
we would stand against all weather
solid, unified, entwined as one.

Folly wears delicious moments
Its madness is light and illogical
but we knew the purest sugar
dissolves in the lightest rainfall.

Perhaps folly came in departure
I stood tearless for your last glance
my heart shredded into strips
by each footstep that took you away

But folly is optimism's dance
it opens every pore of hope
with foolish faith that love endures
with the permanency of stars.


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