Sharks of Love

Much is said in cultivation, Shallow words spent with seed. Empty vows between the sheets, ‘Of course I love you baby.’ Toxic ailments of assurance, Commitment breeds dependency. This sepulchre I designed, Where walls of doubt incessantly shrink. A tomb which dims with every glance, Yet limpidly I sit and think. Prognostication is a ditch, Living with Cassandra’s Curse, To view before events unfurl, These augurs indisputable. Predictions based on things I’ve done, Games I’ve often played and won. O dilemma, consort of quandary, Why does ambivalence prevail? A heart divided cannot love, Ergo romance is doomed to fail. ‘Tis strange to thirst and then to drown, Dropped within the sultry water. Petrified I couldn’t swim, But in the depths I belong. A Shark of Love once was I, Domestic nets now thwart my flow. That I may roam this ocean free, And hunt the seas I used to know.