Rough and tumble,
Hearts squeezed while Heaven rumbles.
Let’s watch the wrestling area
Of twoo lurve.
No biting… no gouging.
They cannot hear for their inward
Thudding, thundering, thumping.
(He lunges. She ducks.
He lashes out. She strikes
And kicks him. He backs away.
She slaps him. He staggers, topples..)
Blood explodes from livid veins and arteries –
He pangs with every beat.
It cannot be said ‘hic amor omnia vincit’
These two hearts at odds
Not in this game of love,
But in a tug of war.
‘If love be rough with you, be rough with love!’ Shakespeare