comparison

I love you like an FBI agent
loves his confidentials
with outspoken disdain,
but with the silent reverence

of a bishop who
loves a ripened hooker
producing copious friction
on his neglected phallus,
loves it

as much as a poet who,
try as she might to find something new,
loves her used analogies,
like

the forgotten grandmother who
loves to visit the thrift store every
Saturday, waiting to die
while comparing prices on socks,

as if she were a mathematician
who loves quantifying events into numbers,
as much as I
love you.</strong>