A chunk of love is tough to swallow
If love is
Never having to say sorry
Then it sails wingless
In an alien sky
Far from this earth.
Blood may be thicker than water
But it’s much harder to stomach.
Elvis may have sought
A hunk of burning love
But he sure as hardened shit
Couldn’t digest it.
Romance blossoms all around
Giving many acute hayfever.
Options are limited
So don’t sell your stake
Unless bloody rare is your preference
As sex sells
And the meat is tender.
If you get burnt
The price is too high.
Yet we go traipsing back for more.
