Love is No Longer What I Want

Nothing seems to have changed.

The same fights every day

Ducking punches, blocking blows

And throwing furniture –

Routine we’ve had since honeymoon

Religiously.

The same defiant love still holding on

Clutching on straws

And, yes, the very bed where

I lost my innocence to you  

turned battlefield –

There’s cold ash where the fire used to burn.

Cold silent tears while facing the wall freezes the body

Nothing can thaw away the ice, or open the eyes

For when love is not there

Stench of death in the air,

Love is no longer what I want.