let her leave they say
and if she loves you she will return
these words are hard to hear
when she has you caged
behind bars the bars of her love
lust is cheap and attainable
and often at the corner store
love on the other hand
has to be discovered
and is never on sale
i own a 100 inch television
that is permanently tuned
to the boulevard St Laurent
whiskey
pabst
and poems by candle light
a burning B&H
nestled between longing lips
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
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