A Ferrari In A Demolition Derby

Your love is like a butterfly
Mine for a day and then it dies
Just responds to green paper and blue skies
And then it’s gone

Your love is like a velvet glove
Crushing a lupine
Alluring then brutal to all it cannot have
So I’m gone
I built an urn to keep your love
For the dust that it’s become

The heart is on treacherous terrain
A Ferrari in a demolition derby
Or a wave on the eternally churning mane
When it’s not lost, it’s breaking

Do you remember Venice, love, when I read your palm?
Your love line was longer than the bridge of sighs
Prisons and palaces contained in both your eyes
Tio amore

I remember Venice as a sinking ship
Calamity and Titian
My love line was weaker than yr trembling lower lip
Pint-sized Byron

I built an urn to keep your love
For the dust that it’s become

The heart is on treacherous terrain
A Ferrari in a demolition derby
Or a wave on the eternally churning mane
When it’s not lost, it’s breaking