I’m afraid of love now.
It lurks like a crocodile underwater,
Waiting for me to fall in,
Its jaws waiting to slaughter.
It’s a hunger I share;
Though, it’s swimming with fear.
It hopes I am hungry enough;
It swims precariously near.
The reptilian eyes gleam,
Golden above the surface;
Its body, lithe and ages old,
Harbours no remorse, no disgrace.
The hunger gnaws at my sides;
The water is cool, calm, blue;
And as I slice in, I realise
I am a crocodile, too.
There are spaces, like the dark between stars,
That reach out, in my hope, to consume me.
These are not just vacuums of nothingness;
But rooms of mythical infinity.
Each space never becomes a sun,
That could have its own heavenly spheres;
Because I make love in borrowed light, formed
From rejection, dejection and tears.
Time twists and slithers,
Like a snake dipped in oil.
There’s nothing it can’t create.
There’s nothing it can’t foil.
Religions build up in time;
Time makes them obsolete.
Time makes mountains crumble;
Quells the Herculean feat.
And in time, all can see
Love becoming hard and cold;
Even if it brings forgiveness
Back to a weakening hold.
Bear down, beef up, rally on!
Only death in time will tell,
If my love for an animal
Will lead you to your hell.
Hearts Still Care 
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