Love is a centipede
Crawling on you as you sleep
Enjoying all the riches found,
Depleting dreams for needs,
Converting lust to fodder.
Love is a spider
Lowered on gut thread,
Entering your mouth as you sleep,
Being eaten in the night;
True marriage in digestion.
Love is a scorpion
Biting your ass with its tail
As you sit on it,
Stinging your foot as you
Step on it, crush it.
Love is a wasp
That never stops stinging;
A bee that offers its guts
For that final connection:
Life and death as one.
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Thu 9 Aug 2012 C.E.
13: 27
Bellevue, NE, USA, Earth
