Love Poem: Cappuccino Sunset
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Written by: Tony Bush

Cappuccino Sunset

Volcanoes rise on the red check

chessboard of life entrenched

in the hopelessness of romance.

Lava lamp pieces manipulated

to check then mate,

a burning desire to copulate,

ejaculate,

physically communicate.

Below the insubstantial surface froth,

bitter black fluid

inadequately tempered by brown sugar grains

seeps into our hearts, our brains.

It matters not an atom

when the sun sinks down

spreading sweeping crimson shadows

across the map of the human heart.

God is old hat, reclined on a 

celestial candy-striped deckchair,

sadistic and out of touch.

The truth,

what truth is that?

Is it feasible, is it possible

to love and want love

too much?