Trampoline
My love is like a trampoline
Unhinged from the ground-up
So narrow a balance beam
You could tilt it with two stirrups
Until the tightrope bends, twists,
Begins slipping on yesterday’s filth-
Redeem yourself, what a treacherous gift
Both (all) ends will snap from your guilt
I sought after; a youngster banded
with her maverick set of wings
The cascading net was where I landed
Miserably and achingly on rusty springs
Admittedly, you poured gasoline
Underneath the nylon I laid my corrupt
Love, when like a trampoline
Unhinged from the ground-up
Bounced off the backboard,
Until all was found, and none was lost.
Courtesy of Paul Olivrari, from Gnarbox