To Find Love

Did you ever stop to wonder
if a love would still be true
if you cut away the essence
of someone that's loving you

to dissect deep into the parts
and try to get a better view
and once you found it broken down
would that love still be true

To start upon a smile
of a face that glares at you
a whisper of a few harsh words
could bring a frown anew

to take a hand that's wiped a tear
beneath a sparkled eye
and smash it hard across their cheek
would it be love for you they cry

moving down upon the neck
to skin so soft and sweet
would their love then gasp for air
within the noose that it should meet

Take their hands that touch so kind
and wrap them in a gnarly bind
and twist the fingers till they snap
then would their love just turn to crap

To rip them from their tidy clothes
where all they have is mind and flesh
and to the world then them expose
would then to you their love impress

to steal away their very hope
would out to you their love still grope
and once you reached their fear and rage
would then their love for you be caged

or would their love go deeper still
deep into their blood you spill
as slowly digs the razors will
or is their love a passing thrill

as the drops of blood fall down
into the puddle on the ground
would their love be deeper still
or just turn black where it should spill

then as their last breath fades away
would in their eyes your love still stay
or would it show just like the frown
that all their love had bled the ground

what if the razor was to dance
upon your chest so deep and wide
that once I looked into your depths
your love inside your heart does hide

would my tongue stretch out to find
your bitter heart so still
or would it find your love was bind
and no longer held it's thrill

I press my self into you
to feel your organs still quite warm
and as I force my love now through
could your love be reborn

or would your love reject me then
as my sperm swim deep in you
to look upon my tongue and sperm
as just a parasite in you

Author= Douglas Q Plew