Love surprises you
It is not gentle
Or
Soft
Like it is in films or books
Rather it
Pushes you to the ground
In the dirt and the mud
In the pathways of your hands
What is it they say?
Too rude too boisterous
Love
Screams at you
Pulls your hair
All encompassing
F*** you I'm
Here
In the dark corners of your mind it finds
You
Rivulets
When you're small
Red wool red wool
Tired behind the shutters
Cordons of your hair
I can't breathe! No you can't
But it carries you
Limp
In welcoming arms
Roll back head roll back
Blue veins blue heart they say
Strung up on the butchers hook
Metal through flesh flesh flesh
Pale
Skin against cruel silver
You lie
Against the marble
And love looks at your heart

It's snowing beginning with you
F***