Glass Across your Throat

Emily Townsend inspired this poem @ a conference I attended 10.07

Love that Feels like Glass Across your Throat

Love that feels like glass across your throat
Sometime comes in through the front door
Don’t be mistaken it doesn’t stay very long
Unless it serves you in a way of usefulness
It is by your choice that it sticks around and
It is by your choice that it tempts you…

Love that feels like glass across your throat
Smiles…kisses & caresses you like the wind of Oya
and consumes your body with fire like Chango
But does not guide, guard or protect you
It does not care & nurture you
Nor does it holistically love you

Love that feels like glass across your throat
Often times comes in through the back door,
Walks into your Soul… creeps up the steps to your mind
And poisons every cell of your thoughts
Love that feels like glass across your throat
Pierces your heart with its sharp point and leaves you
Bleeding and fighting for your life

10.19.07…ndiamoon