Love is an old-fashioned craze.
The crave, the deprivation
The isolation, the elation
Such an old-fashioned craze
this love thing
Crazy people, crazy ideas
How did they come up with this
and manage to get away.
Ludicrous Invention
Clever though,
Clever how now
it conjures up the demons
A feeling stirred
From the bottom of a lonely heart
How good the bottom feels
When pinched or stroked
Now that is a feeling
A new fashion perhaps
It’s precisely where hearts rebound, retreat
Searching, seeking
Rejected
Love exits where it enters.