Hammer Your Words

Hey, Baby. Don’t suppress your hatred. Open your thesaurus and find all nasty words for me Mouth off, trash-talk me, and I promise to change them into a song the future generations will use our song in their love letters. I’m a poet, with the magic to change the meanings of words. Hammer your words, and see how my touch makes them mild and tender. I bleed but never cry. Yet, I exist within your words — an unhealed wound. My kisses are petals. So, speak up, don't hide. Look right into my eyes! I’ll pack your viscous punch in a bouquet of love I, who can snatch life from the claws of death.