now all's fair in love and war
no quarter given
none expected
passion manufactured every time anew
and then rejected
all square in hearts and bones
and scraps of paper
sentiment
will not permit disposal of
another holy sacrament
for each goddess or god alone
who dares to break the bounds of being
hear what cannot be heard
and capture in the act of freeing
all's fair in love and war
and you, my love, are not immune
to lies and potions
false devotions
sacrifices to the moon
for words and fluff
are not enough
to hold me in your fragrant swoon
and love and war
are written for
the likes of us with just one rune
yes love and war
are written for
the likes of us with just one rune
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers