I fear he'll return

Love your executioner,
It may love back,
Fear it and it may love back still,
I warn you ahead,
There may be catharsis,
Mistakes for its fluids,
Drain the lesser knowns,
Steam-press until they come out,
Fancy or not it’s still durable,
It still can walk, train it,
It doesn’t know itself,
So it must accept anything,
Universally but itself.

Keep the goggles it may suit you,
The cream molasses blur light’s progress,
The honesty that itself exhumes,
Domesticated in knowing,
To look at you earnestly,
Self-imposed courage coated,
Linguistic musing of everyday chatter.