if i broke my jaw for you
i'd find the bloody tooth and rip it out
throw it in the water
where it'd flowed until the river
let it out
out across the flood plain
it flowed until it reach the open sea
underneath the sand and silt
and in between the smooth stones and seaweed
love is like a spaceship
burning up when it hits the atmosphere
wishing that for once it might have 
wised up right
and stayed away from here
up in outer space where there is no oxygen and nothing makes a sound
martians build canals to bring the water
and to sail their vessels down