if i loved you

i could stand your love
your pain
is my pain
and i hate you.
your easy smile is my greatest fear...
because outside my wine glass window i cursed you with the promise of my love

and you dropped it.

and i am a furious angel, i hold still your memory within my angry hands,
this is no pleading love,
this is no empty sigh
this
is
no
promise
a
wine
glass
fallen
easy
whole.
...
a cello
held beneath her hips,
and as my lips roll through her,
a thread
will
tie
up
our
secrets
torture
them
into
speaking