Fear

LUST IS INDEED THAT TRICKSTER-LIKE! GOOD JOB!

Alphabet Ravine

Love is a jerk,
a cruel-hearted beast

with a gap-toothed grin
and a cigarette.

Tossing his arm around your shoulder-
the friendliest bloke on the block,
don’t you know-

he opens his jacket to get you to try things
that you’d never dare
if ol’ love were not there.

You follow him home for his company;
He locks you in his house

as he leaves.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

2 thoughts on “Fear

  1. Alphabet Ravine

    Thanks for the reblog!
    I’m glad you liked the poem, and I’m glad you did so while making a distinction between love and lust! I hoped that the title, “Fear”, would help people see that love is definitely not accurately described by this poem! 🙂

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