love is a dead pool, still and itching from the eyelashes it holds unwillingly that will never move from its glass surface, there is no wind in hell. love is a broken antler broadcasting heaven thru its creature, barreling through the trees with unrelenting grief, when all that surrounds is dark, not evil, just dark, emphatically imaginative. Snapping  a neck on the trunk of a tree,  swan diving straight off a cliff into the sea or just to bleed, raining over the cracks in an earthworms ceiling. The dark that comes after, that is love. cog-less, fluid, and remarkable. completely human and cognitive when it constricts around your neck and lets u go just before u asphyxiate. Violent and gentle, caustic and admiring, a skeleton dancing without his hinges. It is wonder fed a disease, on prismatic plates without chips or marring; just colors one and all. i dont know where you are and i dont know where i have been. i need you to exist or some part of it, before my earth climbs out of its skin. with or without you. love is a blood wind, a mastic for skin, a backdrop for sin and everything that crawls in the dirt without limbs, it is godless and wild, a smoking gun, spiritual eviction, blood all over the bedroom wall, jealous and infinite, unnameable and free, a reservoir of  dark dreams and darker fantasies.
please excuse me, i see the headlights coming and
this rapture has been far to long in arriving
there is no spirit in the sky
everything is in your eyes
god is in your eyes