poem of the day May 7 

Playing with fire

of our own making

Another gun 

has been shot

by another gun-handler 

Like best friends

Man and Gun

are going steady 

Holding triggers

Holding mental clips

full of inviting bullets

Lovers caressing

Hard steel

Soft hands

The play between

human emotion 

and raw power 

The need to be wanted

The need to be the party

The caress is irresistible 

The temptation overwhelming

and eventually 

the two lovers

of iron and flesh

entwined as one 

shoot life to death