Love’s Misshapen Face

broken, haunted by
love’s misshapen face,
i huddled in the
darkest corner shivering.
i dare not gaze
at its uninviting eyes
and frigid smile,
or wander to the
room’s brightest corner
where love blooms
the loveliest –
and coldest.

-Prospero Pulma Jr. (www.you.inq7.net, November 11, 2005)