Love Lives
Love enters our room.
Love tastes our sweat
Love inhales our breath
Love weaves our hair together.
Love looks deep into our eyes.
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Do You Love Me?
Rip out
your heart
and cast it
beating, into my hands.
I can
tear it to shreds.
I can
take each piece to pieces.
I can
put it back together, or not.
Do you love me?
Let me
rip out my heart
and cast it
beating, into your hands.
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I Love You
I Love You, she says
I Love You I Love You
over and over, the plaintive bleating of a sheep
seeking to hear the reassuring bleating of another sheep.
Just tubes to me
lubricated tubes and fleshy nodes
can't find the place that used to feel
for this sheep
that so unexpectedly becomes a wolf
shredding strips from my flesh, blood dripping from wolfy chops.
Shredded flesh.
I'm becoming misogynistic, sociopathic
hope it's only temporary, a shivering as breezes stir my shreds.
Meanwhile
to amuse myself
I will lose myself
in lubricated tubes, pliant fleshy nodes
and bleat: one,
and two, and, I Love You
and repeat, brightly now; I Love You, I Love You.
jimmy shaker writes these
