Love is not a benevolent force,
It’s a toxic vine
That fills the mind with malevolent spores
Perverting reason till we tether on the edge of sanity.
The impending apocalypse
Triggered at the meeting of our lips
and when we finally paused for breath,
Some say they felt the violent shudder of the Earth.
Love is the arch-demon that torments me
That tries to tear soul from body
Leaving my loins in lewd gyration
Till charlatan exorcists are left perplexed,
And throw their hands up in utter disgust.
Love is my personal demon
writhing in my private hell,
My Demon, it longs to play with yours, again.
*****December 25, 2014*****