Psycho Love Poem by Thomas Case

Psycho Love



Our love is psycho.
It swims the muddy rivers,
and creeps on the rocky
shores, slithering
through the dark
corners of our world.
It bites into
the dew soaked dawn of all
our tomorrows.
It breaks the tethers
that try to bind.
It's wet and it smells of
heat and fire.
It tastes like sweet pea
and pomegranate.
It's eyes are full of
desire and untamed lust.
It's the stain on the sunset,
and the paint on the pallet.
Our hearts beating together,
like a metronome, is the only
thing that calms this
psycho beast called love.

Psycho Love
Wednesday, March 3, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: affinity and love
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Thomas Case

Thomas Case

Oxnard, California
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