Instead of writing a slew of words before the poem, I'll just let ya'll read the poem...and then I'll tell you below...what I was thinking when I wrote it :) Enjoy.
Love, The Seducer.
We spend our lives crying out for something more than what we cling to presently.
We’re never fully satisfied, our parched throats are rarely quenched and our hungry hearts growl in despair, longing to be fed by, Love. She beautifully dances around’ us elusively, relentlessly bantering us with her desirability. Morning and night she coyly flirts’ her lusciousness, daring us to take a small nibble. She traces her dainty finger down his lonely chest and whispers sweet nothings’ into her forgotten ears: “You’re desired”, “You’re exceptional” she smiles timidly...“Come, let me nourish your pitiful heart.”
Love… is a clever seductress, an alluring temptress.
So often, we too easily fall victim to Love’s attractive desires.
With erroneous motives and elementary reasoning as our leads, we blindly stumble down her warped and twisted path. We trudge forward without much care or concern; for her drained compliments and flattering lies quell our barren hearts for the moment.
We convince ourselves we’re satisfied, our hearts are finally fulfilled!
Although, we quickly discover her words are laden with honey, which turn bitter soon after we gulp them.
In this moment of sickly comprehension, we cry out to her in regretful anguish: “My Love! My Love! Is it true you’re a deceiver?” Her reply comes as a meaningless, seductive wink… and she turns to abandon us without the slightest ounce of remorse or penitence. We find ourselves alone, broken and confused… and once again, within the caverns of our chest, the bottomless grumbling from an ever-starving heart begins.
Love… is a clever seductress, an alluring temptress.
