true love is
sleeping peacefully
in the arms of a man
who has,
in his belt
a sharpened knife
and a loaded pistol.
and in his pocket
the kind of poison
that can kill without a trace
and knowing,
trusting,
with absolute surety
that no harm will come to you
in his embrace.
true love is reckless
but a true lover is fearless.
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