TRUE LOVE

She was my true love,
The one perfect idea of myself
Incarnate in the body of an angel,
Who promised love, beauty and loyalty forever.

The one who took my breath away
With her rapturous desire for my body
And bathed my heart in the warmth of her
Sweet familiarity.

This was the Goddess revealed to me alone
By God,
My soul mate, my perfect partner, my treasure,
Who fused the white hot metals of our separate destinies
Into one new alloy.

I slowly, carefully, and deliberately persuaded myself
To descend the twisted ladder of commitment into
The Abyss of surrender
Ignoring the noxious gasses of her verbal effluent
And the razor sharp scythes of her mood swings
Cleansing them from my consciousness.
With starry-eyed, limerance and erotic sexuality

Shamefully, I become deliriously addicted
To this glistening liar, the cheat who used me
And castrated me of my own good nature
A cheap suburban prostitute who captured my wallet
And my heart
Chastised them both and ripped them apart

I want to pound her head in with a brick
'Til the crimson blood, red rivulets
Swirling in the subterranean caverns of her brain
Spurt forth like spirited, warm geysers
And drench me with relief and satisfaction . . .