"Love is for the Birds"

Love is for the Birds

This I know.

Because God made so many

of the flying chirping singing things.

If my heart could soar

above this dirty road,

if it would take wing

then maybe I'd believe.

Cupid shot me in a most tender place.

I try to muscle this arrow out,

point of gold, flights of old,

unable to move it an inch.

What did Cupid use,

a crossbow?

It hurts so much.

The kind of pain..

Halo rusted in the rain.

My body wants to stay the night,

while my brain wants to run far away.

Heart in between.

Guess I'll vote with my feet.

November 20, 2015

prompt:  (blank) is for the birds