Love

Is moist, surrounded by deep velvet

Thrashing and pushing up against closet walls

Love is a cloister, a shortness of breath

Fumble for the doorknob in the dark

Anything is claustrophobic if you're passionate enough

Love is I will always be with you

My little angel, darling, buttercup

I will never let you go.

Never ever ever

Even if you beg.

Love is eyes of always and hands of now

Gazes on your skin like spiders crawling

Inexorably towards your face, your mouth, your hair

You will never understand.

Get out.