Entity of Love

The idea of love, so alluring
through - an hour and a half on screen
fictitious paperback leaves
lines of bard’s dreams
and top of the charts surging down the air streams.

The doors fling open
for that special someone to walk in.
The season of love, when it arrives
attesting indoctrinations, it connives.
Anxiety of suit and gown see nuptials through
leaving two lives under that one wretched roof.
Ego’s esteem shrinks space
contradictions bursting in face
moments dressed in incompatible fads
pound the whimsy mirage to rags.
Matinee idols turn zombies, best sellers - a preposterous trash
chartbusters fall mum under stark reality’s lash.
Domestic wrangles, court room tangles explicate
the futility, though late.

Revulsion wrenched heart limps back to work
and on a misty evening of wreck
when that whisper fondles the ear
that aromatic dinner in candle glare
lets the heart’s doors creak
to trudge once more through the bluff’s creek.

Not once down this tedious rove
could grasp this enigma riddled entity named love.