Love Is A Bat


Flying on sonar

hoping to hit a solid

surface to lay

some love on.


Moving only after

sunset. Hoping for fruit.

Getting leftovers. Fly

away to cavern

security where tears

can not be seen.


Hanging upside down

to get the blood to flow

again. Like a bat,

sheltering under wings

to hide pain from

the world and to keep








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and of course


tearing through the dark night

an erratic streak

a quick exit

never seen again

a heart carried by charcoal wings

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You Got It!

Love is like that sometimes. Swiftlyhereandgone. -Stella-