Love is gazing into the depths of the unyielding abyss,
Less likely to discern than attempting to fathom the meaning of life from stars.
And yet, now my mind has been shanghaied through the sway of your kiss,
And I must tread this worn path unwittingly, unwillingly, and know there will be scars.
With a single flick of a tongue I have bypassed all hope of avoiding the crucible
My years of forbearance and self-restraint have all become for naught.
Who knew that the Hell’s gate of your lips would make me so seducible?
And I must embark upon my trial by ordeal with all the damage you wrought.
Will I be like Tantalus, always grasping, never gaining, in the hope for pain’s cessation,
Or in your benevolence will you grant me the reason, the intent, behind your caress?
I cannot endure petty tribulations of fallibility as I recover the foundation you’ve shaken,
So speak now, not with the forked member, but with your eyes, and love may coalesce.
Forgive my fears, my hesitations, as I seek assurances to avoid all the ugly tricks,
Because love is just a stepping stone in our journey, and yet is also a living River Styx.
Natasha Cmerek attends New Mexico Military Institute (NMMI) as a legacy cadet, and seeks to gain the knowledge and academic exposure necessary to achieve her aims to become a medical doctor.