Love, Thou Art


Love- thou art

the rider on the storm-

seductive precursor to demonstrations

of demons in flesh suits-

Love- thou art

the burning in my pit- distinct-

distilled- and broken memories

that carve and sow together-

insidious puppeteer- emotion

in the entrails that hold my gut

to her dedicated lies-

and there was nothing- but love

and flies- whimpering mnemonics-

harmony of none-

Love- thou art

my death in all its slow agonising finale-

and I wait- your bitch-

to taste it again-

 

Poem © Phen Weston 2017

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