Love rages trying to get out.
Cant. Cant get out

Batters ram ram ram ram
walls come closing in 

cloaked in arrays - 
abduction and dismays.

Love burns my heart
into a rigid block

again and again
there's that risk

ovenbird will postpone
defer and get thrown.

Desire not for peace
but cradled in lengths 

exceeding 
the distance.

My heart a heater, perched 
at every ring of hell

morbidescent flora  
fishing with riddles

cuts me right 
up the middle -

beheld for sin, 
and preserved in tin.