Poetry

Monday, 20 January 2025

Love Blood

 Love blood in the vein

Love blood in the heart

I've loved , I've bloodied

The loving art

I've blooded, I've bled,

I've slept in loaves of bread

I've loaved, I've lavered, and slavered

And blabbered the blubber of love

I've fatted the loving calf

And with bloody love

I've bled its bleating heart

I've shot love with a bloody arrow

I've bled love through a gap so narrow

A key hole in the heart

A pig's valve, a stent that's

Kept the closing walls apart

To keep love flowing

To keep blood going

Like a London bus

Through the city's heart


Love was a tube station

And blood a bleeding rail

And I loved the wins

When I was wise I loved the fails

But win draw or lose

I loved that my blood tried

Because love can leave a bruise

Yes love's a sucker punch to the heart

Love sucks, love's a vampire guitar

Love pumps, love's a soccer star

Love is running and love is pulse

And love is all engines set to false

And love is true blood

Love is blue blood

Love is royal as a queen of hearts

And love is a jack, in the deck

dealt badly

Love comes up trumps

But not from the start

Love is the last fighter living its all

In a war of aces and spades

Love's got its back up against the wall

And love is bullet holes in chests

And love is birthmarks

Love is portmanteau

And love is worth all the dark

Love is the light in a world gone mad

And love is a cup of Christ's blood

Love is a slice of His heart

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