Love

if I am to be loved let it be pure let it touch me softy, never to be cruel time is fleeting but our passion should be timeless in the ever changing passage of space I'll contemplate how your pupils glisten with anger how your tongue bitter and coarse when you spit with rage into my weak heart I'll never let go of your sweet scent even when in passing to reveal a stench so thick it blinds me I'll grip into your tree bark hair hoping it will bring me back to the reality of our peace.