Love Wanders Poem by John Sensele

Love woke up wondering who to blame
As on it sadists rained trains of pain
To dig daggers of doom with no name
But weeks that wept in vain.

Spurts of hurt hit the tits of the flame
That once lit up their eyes as they necked on the train
Where wires of desire died because their lame
Curt attitude on it poured calabashes of strain.

Love wept rivers of shivers but made no claim
For them to wipe away insanity before heart or brain
Could swipe the treasure pipe they threatened to maim
If they chose to close their eyes to fickle folly or din disdain.

Cupid strode forward towards the clumsy cowards to aim
The flow of her arrows through the softness stain
That could prick their breathing brows with the same
Fire that harmed the armed arsenal of their shame.

Sanity swept aside vanity to much acclaim
It drew closer the loony lovebirds to caress their sane
Minds tens of miles away from feelings slain
To promote passionate postures and reclaim their affection game.