but what if love was like Satan

consistently a fallen angel

a fallen angel here on earth and above

and below us and forever encompassing us

a swallowing cocoon of trickery and maroon passion

a fallen angel

what does it mean?

how does one fall

from the grace of the heavenly love of god

it is a slight of mind

a change of hand

and a twitch of an already black soul

a love like satan

so black

and so red

yet all at once

black like a soul already burnt out

from the crushed embers of a flame



the penultimate colour of desire

and one passion

but my dear, did you not know that?

red, red, red

like the roses dipped crimson

in a paint of blood

dead, and so wonderfully alive