Sugar Cube

<p><span>My love lives in a poetry book</span></p><p><span>As poems' prisoner</span></p><p><span>Poetry fears that if released</span></p><p><span>It will drown in a sea</span></p><p><span>Of tears</span></p><p><span>For its words were infatuated with his laughs</span></p><p><span>That they were weaving into moans</span></p><p><span>For poets.</span></p><p><span>My poems were torn asunder by my anger</span></p><p><span>And my jealousy burned all my words</span></p><p><span>For my love is my prisoner.</span></p>