Love Is…

Love is
A cold blooded
Using guerrilla warfare techniques
To attack
Then retreat
Hiding in some cave
In some remote location
For another opportunity
To strike

Love is
A spitting Cobra
With its sway
Hurling venom
From close range
Like scud missiles
Your vision
Overtaking your system
Until you’re hopelessly
and then
Waiting for you to fall
While taunting you
With its hisses
Devours you whole,
then retreats
and waits
For you to breakdown

If only you could
Learn to dance
Like the Mongoose
You would at least stand
A chance
Against Love


About Sean King

Husband, Father, Writer, Philosopher, Humanitarian

Posted on September 24, 2011, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. so true, well put.

    welcome join poets rally week 52 today.

    we are open until Friday.
    hope to see you in.

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