Perhaps Love

A taste of foreign saliva sticks
On these dry, parched lips
Unsatisfied by few more licks.

Vibrant heart drum for war
While the skin doth sweat spits
In a humid warmth of summer.

Muscles aches, pain and joy,
Legs threaten fall in their numb;
Mind goes blank: nature's ploy.

Frantic breathes out and in,
Satisfied self, head to shin.
Perhaps love is like a good run.

Wren

Fealty

Simple as its rhythm beats
Loyally it pulses heartbeats
Until its death it shall obey.
Yet its the heart that disobeys
When my brain says no,
Says yes; it pains me so.
It still does pain me so.
A memory long, long ago.

Wren