How would they love?

They argued over love, genteel love, forbidden from love.

She yearned for a midnight kiss, grit to heart, refusing

love. He, too, opted for lust, where feelings were grog’d

in guilt. Neither could love, ever for love, drenched in

this thing called love. She reached for breath, sorely cold,

fallin’ naked to emotion. He held her, struck deeply, cut

from soul to mind. How would they love, screeching

sirens, as pristine as humans? She neared a beating heart,

locked in chemic flame, thrown into a brewing love.

He faltered on a promise, never to love, pulling and

yanking upon mane. Such flippant disregard, given to

eternity, where variables disturb waking hours. They were

sudden to kiss, mourning such piracy, baptized in

loneliness. How would they love, declaring love, stripped

of love?