My Second-Hand Love

We fan-flame the fire; whose reach is higher With vile words for fuel, hear them, transpire Skewer each other; flame-licked like gutted fish, Bulging-eyes are the other's dish. It's long since either kissed the other With a baited hook that says you, will not leave, Leave me. You will not leave-for-another Instead, words thoughts behave to misconceive. Flames, submerge us both in our burning-oils A token hand and the other recoils What's changed? Why are we on opposite shores? Once what was mine was without question yours. How like an angler fish you want to dine Stripe me bare like a tree in wintertime. Chew me up and spit me out—quite grotesque How you treat me and now turned statuesque. Vulture talons are drawn to lacerate How-is-it our love turns to bitter hate? I cannot fathom, dear to understand How its value can drop to second-hand.