Love is a metaphor

If love is a battlefield, I’m a loose cannon 

firing my salvoes across your bow. 

If love is a garden, I’m an unwanted weed. 

Take care, ‘cos you reap what you sow. 

If love is a wildfire, I’m out of control, 

consuming all things in my path. 

If love is a journey, I’m a bump in your road; 

I’m the snake you find coiled in your bath. 

If love is a galaxy, then I am a comet, 

my orbit burns bright round your sun. 

If love is an animal, I’m a cat among pigeons, 

ruining your day before it’s begun. 

If love is a market I upset the apple cart, 

the fruits of your labour all over the place. 

“Houston, we have a problem” right from the start 

The craft of our love is adrift in deep space. 

Steve Wheeler © 4 November, 2020

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