Love = Death

Never love me, for if you do, it is
a death sentence. My heart is a road,
littered with corpses. Brothers, friends, lovers,
a parent, a wife. My God! What a load
of cadavers! Of course, they are ashes,
or dust, but in my heart, the live and breathe.
Like Jesus or Hanuman, it opens
a theater of memories, alive
with characters who mock and scold me so!
“Why didn’t you love me enough to save me?”
Guilty, sad, I beg them to forgive me.


About Russell Smith

I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is also an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Natasha, Maxwell, Tigger and Nigel.
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