The Cold War

We speak the language of aliens

Restrained and aloof

Love’s feeling      suppressed within.

We yearn and crave for each other.

Meaningless words and Stranger’s look

Mask the expressed feelings without.

We are not allowed the freedom of lover’s speech.

Clothed in armor

Walking the same path.

We are immersed in a well of stony indifference.

Summer Days and Winter Nights

Are the blooms of gloom that invade our joys?

We dissipate the scanty precious minutes

In worrying of the moments of parting

Flittering away our mutual longings.

We behave like foreigners

At our clandestine rendezvous.

The Feelings to give expression begins to woo.

We love

And that could be our destruction.

Unfed love is a Cannibal.

Ah! To live and love creatively!

What impetus and velocity

It can give to our Struggle in Life!

ã Phillip ”Peedy” David

22Aug1969