War on Love

Dipping and diving,
This war on love is conniving.
Pushed up against the bark of a tree,
My gun holster pressing against my knee.

The world is not enough,
I can not stop,
To take this shot and eat you up.
Gargantuan lips pricked by thorns,
Puffy elixirs paired with little tricksters.
Knights, Spartans and GI Joes fall to the ground in great repose,
Lucky to be me, pushed up against the bark of a tree.

Bullets wiz by and one slices my eye,
Welled up tears come rolling free.
Harder to shoot when you see the real me?
Pushed up against the bark of a tree,
My gun holster pressing against my knee.

Night rolls in and the battles wanes,
The dead bodies lie and rot in vain.
Tucked in the meadow, in a hollowed nook.
I take from my satchel a favoured book,
Stoke the fire and brew some tea.
My back still pushed up against the bark of this tree.

My head slowly lingers on the precipice of sleep,
The dead bodies begin to dance and tweak,
The tea was stronger than it seemed to be.
Pink and purple flash through the sky,
Two lovers intertwined in the stars up high.
I watch them and wonder when can they be me?
My heart and soul start to take flight.
I can feel my breath getting light,
My eyes seem a little too bright.
If someone had of seen me on that subjugated evening,
They would have found my perception deceiving.
For I was lost in myself and making love to no one,
My back pressed up against the bark of some ole’ tree,
My gun holster hanging loosely around my knee.