Don't know where we are heading
Don't know what we are doing
Are we in love, or aren't we
I don’t want my feelings
hurt again
And either does he
We are playing with death
We are staring at death
The realisation is, that,
Everybody is guilty of
something
Especially us
In life, everyone
experiences love
No matter who or what they
are
Some lose that love
As someone new appears in
their life
They think that love can be
experienced with them
But the reality is, it can’t
We were two improbable
dreamers,
Who dared to play the game
of love
The game of faith and the
game of chance
Our love was like a depth
charge
It went down easy and
exploded,
At a pre set level primed to
expose the pressure points
Our relationship was mixed
There was virtuosity on the
surface
Imaginative density and profundity of inquiry underneath
The vagrancy of youth, the
corruption of obsession,
The permanence of evil,
destroyed us, forever
However, a re-entry into the
past was,
Sensually vivid and
metaphysically convincing
And reunited us once more
The power of love
The loneliness of separation
Drove two improbable
dreamers
Back into each other’s lives
Back into each other’s
hearts
Joanne Kennedy © February 2000
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