This love is a 5 tonne truck bashing through the arms of the jungle
— ill-constructed and so noisy you could hear me from miles away.
Any small stone you laid on the path rattles the floorboards. Listen
— the metal frames jangle as we barrel onwards
Bruising like peaches in the sticky backseat of a reckless driver.
Listen to how it echoes within the thundering cavity of ribs.
There is no way you do not hear this.
Even the tarpaulin squeaks against the prying fingers of trees
Yet it refuses to expose the helpless and feeble fist-sized creature
Stammering like a gasping tadpole in the rickety space of a tonner.
I am about to jump out of my skin from all that shaking yet we keep moving
On, unforgivingly, cutting open the darkness with blinding headlights
And bashing through the jungle, single minded and clumsy
— headed straight to you.
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