Love is the Devil's unkindness In the arms that float on To the next expected devotion. She will Sink on in gravity's mask, As a face descends upon her, again In the Earth's collapse. I pleaded Blood to be kept In veins, When all was stolen in a mere second To the guided winds of fate. I kissed Only the air that made love With me, on the distant shore That remains broken, Unkind, Lashing my scarred back. Her cries, Her woes, I want to blanket them In my long arms. I never wished For pain to be this much wasted. I blow kisses, To be given back To my eyes, To my own series of mourning Beneath the moon and its silver Streams of light. Her hair Roars as a torrent of Earth Upheaved from the grave Of anyone. Life has never been so cruel To the emptiness between Two fingers that draw themselves Upon the flesh of a scarred heart.