Let's Hush this Loving Hate
If I had a
handful of sun stolen
from skies of blue,
I’d offer it to
you to warm your
hate for me, melting
you with eyes I
want you to remember
for more than a
second. We’ve been tornadoes
cruising drive-throughs shouting
orders, fumbling for change,
so let’s hush this loving
hate, this hateful love,
because even prizefighters get
a minute between rounds.