Cupid

I have battled the love fairy before
all arrows
baby fat
tiny pink wings
beating at the rate of a racing heart
enveloped in clouds of cumulous
halo of red hearts
and showered in glitter.
You are in my sights.
I am well armed
with warheads of bitterness and spite.
One breast I am built for battle.
I can march for days on water
and little else.
My leather battle dress beats
against my thighs
as hard as trodden earth.
My dogs bay for babies blood.
My sword hungry for baby flesh
Love! Love! Love!
I don’t want anything to do with love.
Cupid you fat little pest
I am drawing a bead on you.