Love is one cross word away from -
the unforgivable , friendship laughable at best ,
your a marionette at desires behest , a piece
of rotten meat with vultures flying overhead ,
a dough ball in a bream bed , an exhausted rabbit in the dog pen
We lust for mates fully aware that our hand will do the trick , like wolves in heat , rain striking the hot street turned to steam , called again by clouds for the repeat
An encore of voracious gender neutral toys and ******
A S'more on a stick at the crossroad of fire or teeth* ...