…Love at First
………..
Love swoops around like terror, once inside
The chest, as if a feral cat’s been trapped
Among the ribs, is scratching at the hide
Of heart and lungs—or vampires have been clapped
Inside that prison, tantalized because
Your throat is just beyond their fangs. The worst
Is that you cannot let them out. Their claws
Bring on attacks like tears, a sudden burst
That almost turns to sobs. It doesn’t, though.
Instead expansion like a hot balloon
Experienced from fiery gusts will grow
And sound inside you like a haunted loon.
A brightness echoes round, within that fright
That turns to fluttering beauty in that flight.