me pulling the dagger from my face
and handing it back to you
in mint condition as if never used.
a fight againts the tide of hate
stirring a torrent of snakes at you,
a smile resurrected instead,anew.
a dangerous passion to all
not in resonance to its soft madness,
we are but fools, fragile instruments.
the heart of the soul, an unstopping
force waiting to curb the snakes
churning in our insides..
a wild-card injected into the sinews
of reality, the rainbow grease we see
smudged on the lips of the victorious.
Love just is.