you poured gasoline
all over our bed
flames erupted
torture in my brain
you lit a slick world
sparkling tinder into fire
igniting stark firestorms
hark immolation licking
fierce inside my head
instigating dark sex
remolding sexual forms
you poured lubrication
down my swollen throat
water wrecked with oil
reminding my relentless desire
spectacularly trim with elation
sticking receptacle words
to choice things I've read
titillation adds just another hex
vexation as a holy ghost
those trickster things we want
fixated on those mixed up things
we've so often dreamt and said
now we've paved over
love's cobblestone street
everything we once had
things that were good and sweet
forget those things that were bad
now tingling love hovers
ready to speed right away
waiting to disappear forever
trending in some other life
dissent and horrid strife
meant for some other
particularly hellish fray
if gasoline were love
all these emotional fires
would be
devotionally true
could be
love retired
when would be
love finally realized
gasoline was me and you
even twisted love
its turning totem
burned to elemental ash
demoted because
of detrimental shame
realizing gasoline love
was entirely to blame

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