baby lets fuck to the circacadian rhythm

 what can be said

about love-its poison

its rapture like lead

its coming and its going

it leaves when it stays

it breaks when it strays

unto another heart

and jealousy should

be a mans destruction

but for some its not so

its a golden thrill

just like a halo

destroying at

its own speed

obliterating in

its own raging strength

can bend a rivers

directions

but cant change its depth

or range of fulfillment

never

nor

its level of dread can increase

once biological tendency has

left its own ether

and once killed you

who fell

must find a way up

and over

forever