Amor Vincit Omnia?

We want love to be the

centrifuge of life, spinning the

scoria into oblivion, leaving

only purity behind, but

design flaws, outages, our

inability to follow the

simplest instructions means the

shit keeps seeping back into the

autoclaves of our hearts,

spoiling everything.

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  • jackiedick  On May 20, 2011 at 12:29 am

    Love doesn’t come with instructions, and rules fly out the window, allowing a backlash of metaphorical soot, rain, dust..all often ruining what we want to be pure and beautiful. Our humanity makes love, and unmakes it. Original metaphors and imagry here. “the autoclaves of our hearts…”

  • Leigh Jenkins  On May 20, 2011 at 8:58 am

    Ah, but for how long? And how often?

  • RepressedSoul  On May 20, 2011 at 9:34 pm

    Ah, what is this love you speak of? I like the chemical analytical twist you’ve put on this poem. Centrifuging and autocleaving everything down to the protineous components that make up something that may be mythological. Steve, well done

  • fridayam  On May 25, 2019 at 10:05 pm

    Reblogged this on Fridayam's Blog.

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