Deep As First Love Poem by Derrick Puente

The dagger thrust deep as first love
And I feigned for prosecution
Yet this is just reciprocity
Some call it the human condition
To suffer what we bind to the world
On the verge of apocalypse
Oh, and your lips, that peppermint twist-
Deep as regret can be.

I ran to the merry pied-piper
To play me a dirge of you
So at first sight, wisdom took flight
Deep as the throat of Hell
The dagger is bathed, the crimson is paid-
Tell me no more of Heaven
Henceforth they and I, give court to the Lie-
Deep as first love can be.