#poetry

the scourge of love

fog may creep in on little cat feet
but not love
no domesticated catling
love roars in
a lion in winter or summer or spring
and don't forget fall
(because that's what you do)
ferocious tawny hot
flashing its fangs
unsheathing its claws
equipped with a whip
a stolen gift
from the last lion tamer vanquished
love swings the cat without remorse
nine tails spangled with elegant stars
all biting deeply and decadently
striping your soul in delicious designs
heating your blood to a furious boil
forget the time
forget the day
forget your name
lost to the world
when caught in love's pitiless laces
dizzy lightheaded
when finally shredded
unable to rise
dressed in ashes and lies
and never again
amen amen

'til the next time...

© 2015 RC deWinter
Published in @PinkPantherMag Issue 22 March 2015
#Art The Scourge of Love © 2015 RC deWinter
Good evening and thanks to all who read/shared the #poem “The Scourge of Love” wishing you a lovely evening.

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