In the Name of Love I'll try to explain to you, Judge of my soul, all the crimes I committed, bowing my head, in the name of love. He came to me, hooked my heart up to his frenzy, hunger, butterfly touch in the name of love. I stole all stars to light our nights, was the flower he sucked like a bee in the name of love. We made dinner with flesh, washed dirt off backbiters and walked in clean hearts in the name of love. All windows kept open to air souls and hear waves of living oceans against the riffs in the name of love. Bare skin to skin for petal fingers and liquid lips to wet fertile garden and sow flower-babe to be in the name of love. I'm spinning the truth yet it seems there's no room. His children and Lady forged poison tongues, put millions banknotes on the hands of our clock in the name of love. That's me here with seeded belly and dumb ghosts. I pick up objects to rebuild the world, utter words that fly out of place, so I'm getting divorced from my soul, Judge. I plead guilty of all crimes in the name of love.
Paula Grenside's Questions:
Does the repetition of "in the name of love" result "heavy"?
Is the imagery vivid enough to convey the contrasting emotions?