To John, With Love

Dear John

I have come to talk about the sweet dangers

Of your love

the bitterness of your love sweetens my soul        

And darkens my mind
Like the puff from a burning stick

Your love shimmers with darkness

That cuts and let me bleed

Till I get high on the sips of its blood

  

my feet run forward

With a mind of its own

the backwardness it takes

In my visions of smiling faces

Comes a darkened room

The danger of dear John’s love

Till we meet to part

Yours happily never after

                                   Jane.