Could this mean.....

CHIFFONADE OF LOVE


He had never worn a trifle before
The gelatinous custard and jelly was unexpectedly sensuous
Nestled in his groin like a wet puppy

Her voice was off key, grating
A knife slowly scraping a china plate
It skewered reason, fried his brain

His anger was cold
Its smeared dregs indigestible
As the leftover glut of a greasy breakfast

He found it strange to watch her pain
Yet be unmoved by its exquisite torture
It pierced her perfect composure

Sharp as white bone through a wound
Raw as a butcher’s window
Fatally eviscerated by its primal cut

She was trembling, could not meet his gaze
So did not notice him flinch at her words
Or how her flawless logic left him with none

She chews the hurt in little bits to digest the pain
As within her love and hate collide
Steeped in the bitter clabber of her tears

Truth and lies blur, searing the cruel cut:
Pride seasoning the scraps of her dignity
She serves him the orts of love’s final demise

She ..... hates me???