Looking For Love

I told her,
I loved her bones.

She laughed.

I told her,
I loved her organs.

She smiled.

I told her,
I loved her blood.

She smirked.

I told her,
I loved her veins.

She was quiet.

I told her,
I loved her so much,
I wanted to be
inside her
and use her like a quilt.

She remained quiet.

I told her,
I'd love to live
inside her
and make her do
awful, evil things
like
set the elderly
on fire
and throw her feces
at infants.

She ran away.

Damn, I thought,
what did I do wrong
now?

I was about to
ask her
to marry
me.

She wanted
to be married
ever since
she was a
child.

I guess
my love
is not
for everyone,
especially those
without
a sense
of humor.