wade through

love, or the mirage
of love is a potent
brew

new or old,
broken
or kept.

it gets into your blood
stream

and runs black
when betrayed.

there's not enough leaches
in the world

to save you
from the trouble you are about
to go through.

so into the dank
of swamp

you wade. arms pushing
past
the weeds,

the tangle of rising
snakes.