Love they said looks like Gucci
Feels like carbon, breathes like a cotton candy
Stings like cocaine, breaks like silence
Hunts like power, soothes like caffeine,
Yet love, he said, love me not
At least not now, never, maybe then
In decaying time like this
With wilting crystals, pneumonic silk,
Ambushed night and gangrenous stars,
Speak not of love, speak not of fondness
Like we did yesterday, when the night was white
And love felt like my own,
Even the roses were the colours we chose
Like a sepia maybe.
Hush! Hush! Morbid ruins of my love
Sing not your love song for
Love in the time of cholera
Is destined to die a painful death
Laid in coffins like poems,
To be buried in books as graves
And yet love, just this once
Like the putrid remnants
Wrap me in your shadows
Let me suckle on your breast
And
Love in your demise
Please just let me be you...........
Reshma Ramesh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-in-the-time-of-cholera/
