Concertina

Your lips are concertina
That break the banks to flood
Every kiss is misery-
Love can taste of bloody

The Muse in you is passion
Rivaled only by
The Fury in the wantoness
That meets between your thighs

I chronicle the injuries
And cast them off as proof
That love can be a battle fought
To prove a Lie as Truth

Your heart is my idolatry
That frames the argument
My lips are battled scarred and still-
I use them thought they're spent

Pain has certain features
Joy can never know
Without its revelations
We would live but never know