zebrasindenver

I will never be blessed enough

to die by the sword

you look without bias

into eyes of the wolf

brushing his hair

your fingers over his teeth

calling him pup

as he nestles in your golden hair

a mane

a bed

salvation

The ravens call

the three wolves gnaw

as the wild cats claw

upon your door

for all these beasts and kings

could not love you more

He loves peace and home

like she loves war and conquest

he nears his enemies

with the olive branch

she kills her friends

with harsh words and distance

athena

zeus

gods battle

and we suffer

the wrath of the two child deities

a history of love

a history of us

Angel sorry i hurt you

but they say

love is a vir(tué)

childlike

freckles

you never wear pants

not that it bothers me

was nice to see you

and be close to youth

youth that i have lost

due to life

work

love and time

young

rich

and fit

 but without you

so poor

in love

Do you not grow tired of all the rage

the hate and punishment

you push upon yourself

can you not see the ease

of being soft

calm

and gentle with love

always so ready to go to war

this peace starved love

I saw my fucking therapist today

she asked about you

if you ever considered fucking therapy

she asked if we considered fucking therapy

i told her you probably

wouldn’t

be fucking into it