“Love, Love will Tear Us Apart…” – Cycle Five: Day Thirteen

How love like sepsis taints the blood,
In green cast light and wicked smiles.
Pursuit through nights of tangled lines,
The straight, the hope, transforms the way.

My long hours' waste, my lost nights spent,
So close I hear those fangs extend.
I sense the pierce and hear the glut
As rabid want distends to run.

So drunken, wrapped in sober tweed,
The thrift-store black and charcoal grey,
That wraps us both against the cold
Of love that shaped in hungry frost.

Like dance-beat Goethe’s sorrows sung,
Like ancient dogs are to put rest,
Like too much time and space resist,
Like phone calls seem to end in death.

The Jack, the pills in midnight black,
A sought escape would take me home,
But still the morning found me here,
My soul too strong to just let go.

But still the Left Coast beckons on,
Like fingers curl on K(C)ali’s hands.
My heart and cock cry out for her,
Like Joy Division’s killing song.

Words: 163
Unique Words: 121

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