Monday Poem - yep, I'm not stopping!

Just a quickie this week, but it's the only discipline in my life at the moment so I'm not letting go easily. Somewhat fraught weekend, as I broke the washing machine on Saturday (well, whoever's heard of a hand-wash bathmat) which required three hours attention from husband on his return from work and though it's working again I'm not too convinced by the new noises it's emitting, first visit to the in-laws since they got back from their Christmas/New Year cruise (this bit not fraught, I love them to bits and died laughing at my father-in-law's utter indignation of having to wear a Glastonbury-style plastic wrist bracelet for the duration), getting the coal from the bunker is a constant dice with death and boys plus ice and snow means a constant stream of wet clothes/socks/shoes and wellington boots.
Plus the oven's getting even more temperamental. And there's Rachel's questions to be a-pondering, and I'm back at work tomorrow (i.e. Monday, I know this will post on Sunday) with a vengeance. Happy New Year!

Once

Some fear the constant heat of love,
happy to burn in the loinfire
for some little while,
then move on, move on.

Some fear the constant heat of love,
its unrelenting appetite
for the fuel of you
to keep it burning.

Some fear the constant heat of love
for its flame can change, burn bright, then
flicker to strange hues
deepest greens, and blues.

I have not run from constant love.
It burns within me even as
warm salt streams refract
your blurred, blue ice eyes.

I am sorry for your fear.
I am sorry for my loss.
I am not sorry for my love.