Beautiful unions are ruined when physical aspects are inflated
And here lies my problem with love
We live maltreated by sexual prowls and diseased loins
While Animals, the lower yet wiser creatures, commit the deed for purpose and offspring’s
In the same breath, we pitiful humans, imprisoned by lust and chained by civilisation
Twist and turn with the agonising desire poking always at our groins
I recall a humid Kalk’s Bay beach and a February night full of Virginia blends and Merlot bottles
Breezy moonlit sparks falling miserably in the dark waters
And the weeping, moist, heavy wetness of my heart pouring out
Life falling to my bare feet and its grime oozing up between my toes
And amidst all the futile tears and the sudden density of the earth,
There lay my claim to love