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.
"And Love is Like (May 11, 2005)"
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