Mad Mad Love

El ocho patas wanted to be
madly in love

you know
like in the old days

not the worn out
kind of love

of course
that was foolish of him

and being an old fool
only made it worse

his heartbeat made of hay
was blown about by the wind

his heartbeat made of flesh
still hungered for desire

his lion's mane
flickering

his sharp claws
dancing

el ocho patas
could feel the mad love

as he held her
against his own will