Love is Predictable

What have you done?

Like a worm you burrowed

Deep into my chest’s thud.

But to yank you out

Would cause my core leak.

Like a stone spilling blood.


What have you done?

Like a child you released

My marshmallow root.

And softened it further

With your campfired words.

There is no more old boot.


What have you done?

Like a serpent you tempted

My smitten soul.

Now it is ensnared

In your coils of comfort.

I swallowed the apple whole.


What have you done?

Like a disease you infected

My thoughts and mind.

Dwelling in the corner

Of my clustered worms.

Though I turn my eye blind.


You know what you have done.

Like a faulty engine I chunter

And may have lost a screw.

But with your love as fuel,

My furnace will continue to burn.

Until the cows turn blue.

The End

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