She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

She is he,
and he is She.
The two,
now lost, loves heart.
And bright,
the yellow sun.

You once we're two,
as one,
and ran around the world.
Inside both heads.

He fell inside loves fire.
And she,
his red heart pumping burned

Both fires,
burned ice cold hot.
Within Her,
light did give U.S. form.

Over shadows love,
swept out black coals.

Your smile, twin lips.
He kissed, both miss.


His face, from that.
Bright coals, still hiss.

Now alone again,
he walks into.

Loves,
loving great full moon.

by James McLain

Comments (25)

What a beautiful poem I have cold chills and this is one of my favorite reads Ty Dawn
A lovely poem! Appreciate the apt use of metaphor......Thanks for sharing....10
I love the use of coal as a metaphor.
i like burned ice cold heart oops! i meant burned ice cold hot! ! ! Your smile, twin lips. He kissed, both miss..................this gave me a little laugh. i hope that is ok with you! ! ! :) bri
Is it poetry, I loved it! This really spoke in a succinct way of the the love so strong even in loss and time gone. Even when challenged by distance. Memory is our true scrapbook where we go to remember and embrace our precious lives with those we have loved and have loved us. You made your point in a very creative run of consciousness fashion; I found it quite refreshing and fun! . Blessings Kathy
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