Love's Mother

Okay, Mandy gets all credit for the last line of this poem (cause I know she'll demand it if I don't give it to her, lol).



Intellectual intercourse cannot penetrate
Our black and red existence;
Every dictated error a murder not committed

Until hearts understand the semantics of the spirit
And the schematics of the soul,
Making two schisms three.

Pieces of torn souls,
Broken spirits
And cracked hearts

Are a poisonous potion –
Bottled rage is potent but painful,
So don’t forget to make me cry.

Repentance grants no redemption,
But basking in your anger
Is painless penance,

Discovering perspective
And soaring towards salvation
In a euthanasia state of mind.