Stealthy it comes out the shadows,
a stab in the dark or a shaft of shifting shadow.
it comes lightening fast, azure and prickling
with passion red or in brooding silence.
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it comes slowly creeping in the stillness of night, insinuating slipping under the skin to tingle. soft as rose petals, as light as breathless down, it is madness, it is bliss, it is pain......touching and impressive expression. This is a beautiful poem on love having a broad outlook. Thanks for sharing.
The language and the subtle-ness u use in this poem really comforting, somehow i think the words have an image
In love's grip it overcomes sanity. With its reason it seizes reality. An imaginative poem that becomes love that we know. Thank you for commenting.
" insinuating slipping under the skin to tingle" & " driven dreams" ...i like alliterations! What COULD it be? i'm on the edge of my seat (almost) , breathless in anticipation, Andy. The last stanza is one to ponder. yes, love can come rather easily. i'm not sure of your meaning re " cure" , but there are times when i feel love ain't worth the complications.; ( my best to you, bri :)