the heart possesses
such a thing
as a breath of its own
a hungry little gasp
that tells the blood
to be wary as it slogs to pump
this lethargic ness
that hinders the mind
is a weighing stone
of sorts
that gives its experiencer
a jolt
or a tender tap upon his thoughts
undimmingly
skeptics will condemn
such naturalness
as such symptoms of attraction
and call them traps
leading to foolish webs of
mild infatuation
but some such said traps
are made to capture and keep
THE PREY OF THE HEART
and hold such soul tenderly bonded
so its for those blessed lovers that
this poem came to be born
so live and love on
mon blessed lovers
and take no troughful of
jealousy nor envy
from such cold disbelievers
of love's mismatched frenzy
for sometimes
even the coldest minded man
love slaps on the back
and takes life long hostage of
his heart
making of him yet another
example and wholely surprised
convert
who is dragged happily over
to the more romantic side
of this point thats being made....
(Jan 19,2001 130am)