Blood

Love is really like -

Oozing blood

Dripping through our fingers

Never enough -

A stab through the heart.

Within the lure of illusion -

Ecstasy pools the senses

 Crashing into our reaches

Then for a while -

Our fears evade us.

The reality is a gaping wound

Spewing out pain

No escape

We’re caught in its grip

Wasted fools - victims of lust.

Woe betide the fool then -

That

Engulfs the taste

Once beguiled - bewildered  

We’re snared -

Its the timeless trap.

                                            Pia