hourglass love

my doltish "[l]ove [can be so]
like an hourglass
[that! then sits aright upon
its ample ass],

with the heart filling up [still]
as the brain[,
so like the typic, common
pouring drain,

it wholly] empties."
                                       ---Renard

yet so love prevails;
in fact, it truly never fails ...

to twine, to coil---to
interweave, to closely mesh---

its sticky fingers
where it greedy lingers,

digits so! wrapped round
both heart and soul ...

like crappy little tempties.

(herebelow lies, methinks,
an apt codicil to this beast
of a piece:

"[l]ove[,] like a war[,
comes] easy to begin
but very hard to stop."

                              ---H.L. Mencken

"[t]he only victory
over love [be] flight."

                           ---N. Bonaparte)