Fay Slimm.

Love Bites

 

Love Bites.

 

The sear of love\'s scald

as its drop falls

in hot spirals toward

naked veins, bites

as it marks open heart   

and re-robes mind 

with chaotic disorder,

 - - -- - Yet - -- -

love sprouts a genesis,

scars heal better

and new dreams mend

as blood houses

another arrival of felt

armory for arousal,

 - - -  Yet - - -

Love cools as it burns

in non-ending

lure of consummate 

duel-made 

firey learning curves

for digesting.