The Six Lovers
My first love was fleeting
A barely there moment for me to grasp with slippery fingers that could never quite hold on to it for very long before it inevitably dissapeared and instead I was left with nothing but memories of a time when I could safely call it mine.
My second love was like a wave, it grew into something larger than life and awe inspiring- something that took my breath away with just one touch.
It was intoxicating,
And when I rode on that high just right it was the most exhilarating experience.
But then I slipped,
and never saw it again,
Forever trapped beneath the very thing which I had once thought to be my everything,
gasping for breath.
Never quite able to catch myself.
And even if I had stayed on that wave, I knew that it would eventually die, for I knew that nothing so bright could ever truly be mine.
Such as my third love, whom, in mercy, brought me back to shore -safe- but once again on my own, the wave safely returning to where it had once been,
and leaving me with nothing but the hope that it would soon come again.
And my fourth love wrecked havoc.
It was a storm.
Fierce, raging, it swept through my life and took everything in its path,
leaving me defenseless
leaving me bared to all the world
with nothing to call my own,
leaving me wishing for a reprise, and knowing that even when it did come, it would leave me just as quickly, and I would be swept back up into its chaotic beauty.
My fifth love, oh my fifth love, was all consuming. It swept me up and held me close and refused to let go even when I gave it every reason to.
This love which twisted and turned and bent itself a million different ways, and at certain intervals I was sure it would break.
This love that left me open, that allowed nothing else.
And my sixth love, was a fire.
It burnt if I got too close,
but I grew to crave its warmth.