POETRY ON MEDIUM
Weapon of Love
Can You Survive It?
In the light of darkness and in the darkness of day
Love stands there waiting for you, curled up in a ball.
Like a lipstick stain on a white shirt,
that’s soaked in and can’t be washed off;
like a drop of perfume on the skin going down,
and every cell senses its fragrance.
Like a public secret kept for years,
that all argue about without even knowing.
And even those who call themselves strong,
show their weakness and surrender.
Like a hidden weapon and like a quick poison
love attacks at point-blank range and in ambush.
Like a 14.5 mm machine gun
loads a deadly bullet in the barrel.
Some die. Others are reborn.
In the roar of silence and in the silence of noise.
Some become human. Others degenerate.
But no one is the same after this word.
Have you felt both sides of love — the transforming and the destroying? How did you change after that?
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