Lorn

love is never benign i think but like a tumor grows inside to bring us cast to limit's brink unknown until inevitable slide into full despair of high elation like an animal roped and netted pulled to inevitable taut sensation humanity's deepest appetite whetted love is a creature on primordial legs slowly crawls up from human seas insistent, despite our pleas and begs walks into lives to sorrow and please cursed be the wretched box it's in that binds a love behind high walls roped passion prevents futures been lovers' angst, voice passioned calls love wrenching in its thrusted want still, as gentle as brushing cheek requited expressions attainably haunt to banish hearts by turns oblique or like fog, can appear on feline feet to paw its way into every heart warm and purring to quietly entreat we love, we feel, that we're a part must a soul wander to ever find as, lorn are we, to symbiontly share pain and joy with a likened mind that other card that makes a pair what's left to do but tramp a trail seeking, e'er seeking for yang's yin puzzling pieces on a worldly scale for love's whisper in humanity's din © Goode Guy 2011-12-08