Warrior

Love is a warrior

with arrows that suck on

the spice of blood

love enjoys the angst

between it's jagged teeth

it pulls at my waist 

it smiles at my desire

for it

rose bushes with roses

a blinding red

thorns like evil fingers

dipped in poison 

dripping with someones sweat.

tears sweeping across 

the cheek of a lover

make a river of diamonds

in the dark of

moonlight.

what a pretty boy she'll say

what a beautiful boy

but her fingers are placed

upon her own hand

love is a warrior

and it's lips are cold

with mint

the icy silver of its gun 

is pressed against her

and it fills her with pleasure

blood taints the eyes of 

it's messenger

and a smile is forever

in it's place

as i wait for the warrior