Posturing

By the gut this stubborn love rules me By the throat it casts me to silence By the hand it leads me By the eyes it seeks me out With head wrung and dizzy Cast in spell that keeps mind wickedly iffy I am the proof and living, though barely Barely strong enough for standing As I give it mouth It sheads my dignity And I give it life While it parodies my sensibilities Making of me fool Fool that is startled easily Then left to pass in shadows whose form is deceiving What deceptive plans have you for me? What schemes lay ahead in waiting? To trip me up, to send me to my knees Falling foolishly in love again it seems.