fondness wells up in my right and left atriums.
streams of crimson joy flow through my capillaries.
in simpler terms, i love her.
the fifteen-pound dumbbell that descends on her insides
everytime he opens his mouth, refuses to destroy.
old faithful erupts with a heavenly, glorious flood,
engulfing the iron death and dissolving its very being.
the acid ulsers overpopulating her internal abdomen
swell at the stinging glimpse of her livid eyes;
yet they dare not eat away her life for fear
of her stronger heart, looming from the upper left.
she is, a martyred welsh princess, persecuted.
she is, freddy.