Tonight I Won't Write

Tonight I won't write about love as a crown of earth or the brightest star of heaven for love is just a mirage that disappears as you drag your tired self towards it to quench your thirst I won't write about love as a revelation opening the window to beauty or introducing you to godliness for love is just a delusion befooling the heart into believing it blindly, madly and immorally I won't write about love as a gust of Zephyr admitting the aura of spring for no more eulogies you need gift this Mammoth feeding on tears and sobs Tonight I won't write about love as a mirror of the moon and the stars as a salvation from the scars Tonight I will perhaps write of love as a night prowler with a blood-dripping mouth and teeth dug into the trembling flesh Or better still let me leave it alone.