Love Is Like a Mine
Love is like a mine.
You go deeper and deeper,
Down shafts, through tunnels,
Into caves, across lakes, to places
You’ve not seen before. Sweet talk
Guides you to where the mother lode
Lies buried. But instead of coal,
Or iron, or nickel, or gold,
You uncover mountains of ash
Still hot from yesterday’s fires.
More sad than angry, you lash
Out against the deceiver,
And vow to find your way
Home again, whatever the sins
You have to answer for upon arrival,
For not to arrive would be a greater
Catastrophe. Not to feel that revival
Of heartache, which makes life sweet.