Bukowski says Love is a dog from hell....

Bukowski says love is a dog from hell....
I tend to disagree.
Love is a Sun.
Tonight is a windy blustery night.
I'm kept awake.
the wind sounds like angry voices...
Screaming at your windows
beating invisible tree branch fingers scratching sandpaper.
Red dogs will haunt my dreams tonight debarked rasping chasing
giraffes catching fire;orange black grey pink; raise from ponds.
Bukowski says love is a dog from hell....
I tend to disagree.

Love is a Sun.
It catches everything on fire.

-Eric Forrest