like a snake in the grass <br />we enter into the glass covered path <br />Will recover or falter <br />Do I have class..alas <br />Round stones make me slither aside <br />Muddy water to rape my pride <br />Schooled like a scholar <br />I falter..as I realize at the altar <br />Lust is just a test <br />Not lonely...not sex <br />Just life with much to confess. <br />Love, the serpent of lore <br />Intertwines with our body and mind <br />Then we walk the line <br />Only to find <br />There is more. <br />Love can have fangs <br />Be elusive and unkind <br />Enlightening and soothing <br />Boring then moving <br />Blessed be the writers of lovers <br />Poets for real <br />Or just undercover.<br /><br />John Shea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writer-15/
