Love

He looks at him and
all the ways and types and methods
of murder
illuminate the mind.

With ease he sees
a rope around the neck
and he is gleefully
pulling, tugging, jerking,
hauling a lifeless body.

But, when the mood is doom,
a walk side by side is enough
to reach a place of quiet, calm and solitude,
a dark passage

Eyes meet, world stops,
everything that was and is,
crystal clear, but
Not as clean as what comes next.

He takes his face
between the hands,
caresses a wild
streak of hair

and bangs his head in.