I’m proud to post this poem from Natasha Head of tashtoo.com. I’m sure you all with love her poetry as much as I.
— K. Shawn Edgar
To Speak of Love
He turns to me, seeking more than I can give.
Poetry drips from my fingers, but coldness protects my heart.
He claims it is only poets who speak of love.
To him I am nothing more than a word machine.
He wonders why his influence
has yet to ignite my muse.
Failing to recognize he stands strong as marble
at the core of every sonnet, every free write,
but because I do not speak of love,
He feels safe to assume, I do not speak of him.
— Natasha Head