The sacred dictator laughs
while the fire pretends to be water.
The instinct of hunting 
was passed down 
to men from the very creator while 
october decided to have 
it eyelids closed because 
it was afraid to catch 
the sight of a gun on the floor.
The act of violence is hereditary:
a sacred biography of god ,
a common spelling among lovers.
For example,
The weight of a gentle kiss 
crushing the wings of wind.
The heaviness of separation breaking metaphors about fish and ocean.
The thickness of longing shattering 
the song on a sunbird' lips.
That is,
To speak about love is 
to crack one's own skull 
for a unique colour,
so that it will be easy 
to draw a self portrait which
no one will want to look once.
The equation is supposed to be 
love equals blood shed.
Not same as the contrast 
of a black boot of fisher man 
aganist the white belly of a dead fish.
Remember the gutting of roses,
the tearing of pages
the solitude finding courage 
in the right of darkness,
the night  ripe of sorrow.
Remember the glee of 
fruit flies  asleep after 
a long day of mixing new 
molecular perfumes for their partners,
The sound of stirring water 
frightening the travel plans of a moth,
The orchestral thunder of a heart 
beating in pain: a magnetic button 
to the alphabets decides to be 
disfigured suicide notes. 
Remember when a poem decides 
to replace euthanasia.
Conclude that love is brutal.

Warning:
The owner of this poem puts a show 
by licking her wounds and 
calls it poetry.
Shameless creature:
The heaven and hell sigh.

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