just one time say I still love you
during one of my swearing rages
when a vocal strain of mine
enters the air smacking it with
inflamed fists elbow slams
and kung fu heels of fury
my revenge lacks contest with the
living it finds head-bumping cabinets
hammered thumbs and spilled soup
to abuse with my lips
something tells me those four words
might decapitate the boiling blood root
and it would bleed out
then if you held me I’d turn speechless
and embarrassed but this time saying with
my entire body and soul
I love you, too
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