Amorous Love

Usually by somebody of age Holding another‘s neck hostage, Most of the time breathing downs that neck But fully sure the drama would wreck… Being awake while the world is asleep To keep enacting the Emotionally Deep, When time and space permit Begin to love vows vomit… No distinguishing a lawn, stranger to a broom From a pre-paid hotel room. It’s a directive from vain flesh Like an Iraqi Muslim settling for a Christian Welsh: Easily tender caress of another’s hair As soon, faster, crazier breathing of air And predictable knot-tight embraces of a shoulder By the now sexually bolder. A helpless leaning on same for salvation Sadly, The Good food lost to salivation. Millions bring closer its expiry date, Expertly foretelling when it shuts its gate: Merely a clinging to a declared heart throb While one still wants to the truth rob Amorous Love is another saleable good on your shelf You would market yourself. Always coming in different shapes Off and on supportive of rapes And gaze long at it One to arrive at views split.