Love; spelled L-O-V-E
It’s easy to spell but it feels
Butterflies no corosive acid pulsing through your stomach
It ignores the rules of phonics; the O should be long.
Just as it ignores your needs and relentlesslessly courses restless could be’s through your soul
Love should be from fairytales but Cinderella needs to wake up and be punched in the gut by love’s true force
Where is my ******* missing slipper?
Love isn’t a four letter word. It’s nothing more than self-sacrifice with a cute ******* bow on it.

burst!  burst out, flame!!

almost there, came, came to

and the world stays still, and the people out the window,

go about their business while I give in to what I see fit

and my body is fit

and the mind is of acceptance

what many would have done I do, glazing the surface with my ski, freer than the notes from the truck, the ice cream

oh rupture, rally and cry, do as you like, wear it as a a sash and remember or forget, put in your bag and remember a few days later, gaze again, and again, and another thought enters,

rupture, relentlesslessly, and go out that way, to delay dying or to sustain living, oh, one in the same, oh the irony in our ways, the moments of hysteria, taking over the senses!  charm and poise, laughter, the cure