Fly

This love,
Is like rain in the dark,
Sparrows on the ark,
Whiff of the morning sun,
Sea breeze, but you can't run.

This love,
Is toxic as elation,
A path with no destination,
A hunch with no meaning,
Sick with no screening.

This love,
Is like a storm in a teacup,
Salvaging a hiccup,
Dusty in a summer seize,
You want to let go, but you keep.

And this love,
Is soft as my stranger,
Plays with your ranger,
Comes with no caution,
Leaves with a concussion.

Let it fly.