be mine.

truth.
love.
true love.
that's all well and good,
if you're a sad sack of 'sauce, suckas.
warriors of the poetic sagas want something way better:
possessive love.
obsessive love.
progressive love.
tainted love.
....duders!
today is the big day.
saint valentine,
and his 24 hour chocolates and satin soiree.
it's time for conversations about hearts,
and conversation hearts.
two-word messages,
and one-two-punch knockouts.
swollen aortas,
fist-sized muscles moving floodwaters
of red and white.
now that's a heart attack, duders.
hard-style pounding,
and hard style pounding.
punching platelets, ninjas.
pugilistic plasma.
the vital life-nectar,
sweet syrup from the geyser of romance.
easy now, i'm talkin' about in your chest.
less-than-three, an' that.
<3...c'mon. you like it.
the constituent filtration system.
ciruclating, like rings.
no ends, no new beginnings...
just more and more of all this.
air, nutrients, eagle's F*ing eggs.
attacking hearts and minds,
and winning.
that's what we're on about.
stoking the ebullient ashes in the hot fire furnace,
and deeping to the doo-doo dolors of
it's cast iron black-history breakbeat kettledrum cadence.
arrows, and eros/cupid naked flying babies,
and piercing stabulator robin hood quiverings.
...and candy.
don't forget the candy, neighbors.
sweetness to balance the bitterness of loves-me-nots,
and sugar to boost the sappy saccharine sentiments
of the insincere and unworthy.
corny cards and corn-syrup carotid-clogs.
shot through, and stickily sealed shut again.
real talk,
and real hearts.
and conversation.
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it's not enough to have free love, kids.
i want to own it.
be mine.
not everybody's.
that's word.
i've got my sparkle-magical woodsly goodness,
and my two best buddies,
one of whom is my turbo-hot and fantastic wifely dopeness.
heck,
you can keep them chocolate jauns,
unless you'd like 'em melted by all the warm feelings
and hot fires we're druid-drumming and shaman circling
right here at the homestead.
hot chocolate?
maybe.
hot fire?
absolutely.
aww, c'mon.
circles, in smoke,
circles, in arteries,
in corpuscles and capillaries.
flowing forward, and back again,
over and over.
my heart beats.
yours get beaten.
heart attacks and conversations.
true stories told truly.
it all happens-
really;
never quiet, never soft.....