attack of the doll-hearted sorrow by Dustin Pickering

for Peanut

Love is the fiercest of doll-hearted sorrows–

it comes clad in armor, completely on the defensive.

Brandishing shield, swinging sword heavy with langour,

love is a shirk for mercy.

Late to forgive and easily fugitive,

Love climbs into the hard spaces

seeking the most maiden of truths.

Even if you cannot stab her in the heart,

she is drunk on satisfying your sorrow.

Love is a magical spell that travels throughout

your body like an infection.

It warps the woof of your blood,

making you immune to anger

but when anger or jealousy come:

get back! they will be destroyer angels.

Don’t tap at love’s root.

It is fear.