POEM 225: LOVE?
you deplete his ozone layer with hurtful words
you nag dawn to dusk like a diarrheic parrot
he thought you were ascorbic
look how your presence makes him sick
he loves you and would rather stay than take a walk
love is a tale of sour sweetness.
you are a raging volcano
that erupt at every little snap
while good men send roses to their dames
you throw a punch at her waist
she thought you were her aphrodisiac
look how your presence kills her smile
she loves you and would rather stay than take a walk
love is a tale of many brokenness