Love's Brambles

Loves Brambles Dare ye challenge love’s fine beneficence its longing double edged sweep – parry, thrust succumb to passion’s pure magnificence ignore the warnings of self centered lust Awaken to the pillows empty scent wince at the searing cut of unfelt blade recoil at softened thoughts of beauty spent laid waste beneath the edge of lust’s dark spade Hear ye the distant whimper of the lamb bleeding amid the brambles of deceit seduced by Satan’s brew of sip and dram lust’s soul laid waste - victory as defeat Harken all who would hoist lust’s bladed shaft love’s joust is not a contest but a craft. 9/1/2016