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.