POEM: LOCK by Dayo

It was midnight, a night which had no life in the sky, save the colour of the heart of men,

I lost the fight in a headlock, while fumbling with the lock I cursed under my breath “bloody lockness”

How I despise civilization while having a distorted view of my basics-in my OWN HOUSE,

“I Stagger not of alcohol my dear” she smiled, “was a fight wasn’t it?”  I smiled,

“I almost had him you know”, “yes I know dearie, now sleep your shift is at eight,”

Her eyes were red-or so I think-besides mine is red also. Perhaps in the morning

Curses, curses, curses I say, Sméagol not, precious yes, where is my beloved amber liquid?

Woken by my own stench, preparing for another day to build a trench-as usual,

O my! Where did I miss it? I had plans, I was warned, I must not remember my failure, I need

another gulp,

I remember she found me, I found her, we found love, and we left Love out of the lovely equation. Selah.

Opposition shows a good marriage-I think. So we loved on, yet there was something missing.

My finger points it out, but my love eludes me that we are fine without Love,

I love my love more than Love, Why you ask. Because my love is more tangible than Love,

The embrace I find in her arm has no equal, not even the Author can give me this thing.

How I love my love more than Love.

Anything for my love, she has lost the love she has for me; I have mummified mine with the sparkling wine and prostitutes,

I was tired anyway, always was, but I respected her, she endured my fists like a frozen mist

No bleeding from me, she was always the fountain of blood,

Nevertheless I love her, and I will do anything for her,

I must begin my search for Love,

What is this dusty black leatherback book which has red-letter edition inscribed on it?