In Cupid’s Shadow

I love you like Frida loved Diego,

unexplainably, unapologetically.

Forgiving you in my agony,

I paint you daily,

pigments upon love’s canvas,

lightening your shadows.

I am an enthusiastic admirer

my heart recognizing no other muse.

I cannot disguise my  suffering.

My pain,

perfume about my wrist and neck.

You are the Mussolini of love,

capturing and killing me

in cruelest gestures of passion.

You are missing from me;

I am lost without you.

2016 copyright by Katie Pifer

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