somewhere between
gallant and pusillanimous
lies a field
which stretches from
here to pluto,
unfathomably gargantuan
and irrefutably macabre.
it bewitches and it devours.
there was a time prior
to its contemptuous existence
in which lovers could
lay contentedly within their
respective paramour's embrace,
the most pressing matters
a fracas over
a cloud's perceived visage.
but as the ozone layer inflated(or
perhaps one could argue
its deflation),this obverse
inflated,
forever hungering for
the bravery of a
suitor's
soul.
escape. flee.
love cannot be savored
if
one is bound
by fear.