Love Song 12

Love like the sandpaper soil

Traveled leagues of map miles across the globe to the bedroom floor. 

Love like hometown murder

A knife blade to the throat, and the metallic taste to the air. 

Love like the frost, jigsaw broken

Into shards on the tufts of grass outside on my front lawn. 

Love like a spade cracking

Through the sternum. I am the flower bed in January. 

Love like the blue-veined 

Death mistress, coming to your bed stiff and unknown. 

Love like homicide 

The cool rationale of a broken psyche. 

Love like fracking,

the rape of the Natural resources of the earth. 

Love like the suckle, 

The drain of lifeforce as all greedy infants do. 

Love like the bleeding of the gums,

Like the empty fridge,

Like the tear-shed of sky blue. 

Love is only in the taking, 

The breaking, 

The true.