By: M. Plucky
I love you like I shouldn't.
hard.
with one eye cocked
for the cockroach
on the wall.
Chains rattle and
so does my breath,
uneasy and queasy,
through to the other side
of dawn.
I grab your jaws
with mine
and eyes lock
into battle.
I want to butcher
your lovely lady ribs
like cattle.
I love you like I shouldn't.
hard.
like a rock
waiting to be baked
back to life
in the summer sun.
Coals simmer
with the hope
of reviving again
some lost slab
of tattered meat
or forgotten squash.
Hold my hand
and trees will die.
Take my waist
and graves gape wide.
Breathe my breath
and the ocean quivers.
Grab my hips
and my windows shiver.
I love you like I shouldn't.
hard.
