Armour Amore Poem by Darren John Rae

Relinquish your needs for the sake of your armour.
Covered in brass and marble,
A crazy little need for satisfaction has opened it’s mouth and stalking.
Drenched in un-pretty antics, fury in fire with a gauntlet blocking.
Starvation hears a scream, for a mourning is a sight to ignite.
Free from everything sane, flashing armour chased by amore.
Founded by a skeleton, of barely flesh and bone.
Heart of stone, chest and bone. In a coffin one lies atone.
But bury me in the arms of another because one never wants to lie alone.
Surround one in armour and wish a whisper in amore.

When the broad shoulders are six feet below, what stays and what will follow?
Call off a search. Call off the bearers. Call this a strive for amore.
One wears shining armour and discovers that light is nice and dark is truly beautiful.
So when the tulips blossom, amore blossoms in the arms drowning a body buried.
Holding cards crumpled, showing sorrow and sadness,
Breaking ducts doubled, flooding tears and trauma,
Wilting arms bolted, hugging armour and amore.