Love is like
a demon loan officer
possessing and re-possessing
my heart,
demanding timely payments
of imagination and memory,
held at bay
only by obscure signs
of blood and fire.
And love is like
a lion you find unexpectedly
in your home.
You fling scraps of poetry-covered paper
at it in a wild despair,
hoping
it will be delayed long enough
for you to escape out the
window.
Love is like a tornado,
scattering your carefully arranged loneliness.
Love is your shadow.
-Jim DuBois
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