love
is the chocolate spasm
of an unquenchable joy.
like a kite on a string of unending naivete…
a glorious mongrel of “ I’ll be ******! “ -
and all the manifest Destiny you can squeeze
into a perilous adventure.
no ropes Is like No Fun,
but only from This angle, where I lust for succulent jewels!
where I slept last on a diamond
made of pure flesh -
and pulsed into a realm
of amorous blunders.

all these sweet things
kick in the teeth
of your black hole.
like an aggregate Comedy
of stalled horizons.

you see how love has mastered Madness
by slipping in-between
You.