Bottomless Pit

                       

 

How deep is the love when
it seems like a bottomless pit.
Tho no longer around me
the pulsing just won't quit.

A shame when the attraction
as well as the longing too
fails to provide enough balance
to allow us to make it thru.

Philosophical differences
killed the golden goose;
kept the future clouded
neither would turn it loose.

No way to keep it alive
when doubt and pain arise
leaving stains from the tears
in well cried out eyes.

Too stubborn to hear
or understand the other's way.
Trying to force a balance
kept adding stress to the day.

Between each kiss and hug
crept a questioning glance.
A killer if their ever was one
to any budding romance.

Oh, there were moments
filled with sheer delight
but the strain of distrust
was too heavy a plight.

At times when I'd stop
she bumped right into me.
At first thought it was cute
till I realized her uncertainty.

Other doubts started to show
as we rode the waves in sync.
Teasing on some subjects
soured the fantasy in a blink.

Like toting a load up hill
a battle for any tired soul.
The weight of it all, too much
even a strain to play a role.

Too sensitive to past trials
to allow questions to dangle
Sensual  wants and needs
got caught up in the rangle.

Making love while wondering
can kill the deepest passion.
Mind sets stuck on idealogical
criteria hurts compassion.

I am left wondering
why the pulsing won't quit.
Could be my measurement
is close to the bottomless pit.

Del Cano 2005 July