This poem is about love, and I really wanted to express and illustrate it in a unique way. Possibly, the best way to describe something, may be through expressing what it's not, and what it can't do, to clarify what it is and what it can. The speaker here, comes off as someone who is strong and assertive, but is in actuality, too fragile to be themselves. All the while saying that love can't be this, this, and this, the speaker is also proclaiming their insecurities about love. The poem wraps up with the speaker saying that she won't give her heart unless he gives his heart first. In this way, I wrote this poem to convey a relationship between a man and a woman:
It takes me back, no, pulls me back far
Into bowls of Infinity, through contents
Of cliché Facades, and into plates of
Agility. It guides along the rim
Of hope, and forks Capability. It reasons
Not with changing scenes, in backdrops to ashes
It compensates no spoons of Ego backlashes.
It cannot sustain small unfinished left courses
Uneaten, untouched, forgotten Remorses. It will
Be quite savored, remembered, retorted, to taste
On thy tongue, mine as well be extorted.
I will share my mouthful, if thee would risk
Thy Heart on a platter, for my main dish. Carefully
Handled, with my thoughtful digestion surround
And then give thee will to dine, abound.
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