I Love?--Eww! (poem)

Bae, baby, babe

     You creed and my steed, 

wearing bloodied organs on your sleeve.

     As if I could do more than adore in the dark

     As if the physics in our physical 

weren’t pure bionic spark. 

I’m standing stark

Naked.

& I didn’t fake it

This bed?—don’t make it.

Because now when I get a sore from my shoe - 

    I'm stuck thinking of you

          down in the muck, and the uck, and the goo... 

I love, eww...