love poem for the wicked

love poem for the wicked
by: evana vleck

Your love is fire blazing in the forest
It dawns and breaks at the sight of the moon
It cracks and rattles like a broken hinge
It howls a devilish moan and bleeds with desire...

Fire.

Your touch is heat on heat and cold on cold:
It just burns either way...
It just burns.

One night, he took her by the hand and grazed at her lawn as the earth shook in bleak atmosphere

1.2.3

And the branches sway in the most loving way, leaving her breathless,

Shake
Quake
Heart…ache

and she breaks.