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
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