Chips To Play

Like many poets before, I have tried all which-way not to measure love – not to price love~ Like a post office puts sentiment to a ruler meters jewelry purchased, already with the weight of grief -- a romantically stricken heart; a summarily discarded lover, hoping to re-awaken a former partner’s fond participation, given chance for another poke at the fond lip, desirable pressure on the fond hip Large teddy bears and cards also weighed and measured before ship -- for occasions missed, when wife, lover, child, having been sore-fully neglected therefore get rightfully pissed Even Nature, our Mother, greenly tempts, colorfully invests: her seasonal erections of flushing, blushing, gushing scenting blossoms, to entice passionate play naked torsos tingling, mingling, aromatic redden complexions, sharing conjugal hyper confections titillating beaches along winding capes surfboard fanatics attempting copulating acrobatics -- could man be little more than Nature’s sophisticated, prancing, bathing, basking swimming, back-paddling, saturated zoo-like apes? Does God purchase love with fear of hell, therefore man treasures love like a market placing calls on highs and lows winners to shows nose-bleeds for pressured ups while cushions for the fearful falls -- keeping players awake nights for rosy to ripe the tremulous trigger the purring calls?