POEM OF THE DAY - "Sexual Division" (Expose)

This poem was written a few years back when I learned of the dealings of a friend who was leading a lifestyle people called "whorish". Today we call it "promiscuous". Either way, I think many of us have dealt with it in one way or another and would always second guess our escapades if we didn't feel quite comfortable after it was over. Enjoy

Sensual Division (Exposé)

Stand at love’s door
and knock
but beware if lust answers
with its icy blue face and candy red lips
sporting a look of death.
Welcoming you in to sit and
comfort you with warm hands
that soothe your lonesome spirit,
nurture your weakness
and minister to your manhood.

It bolts the door to life and
makes you its hostage.
It causes your senses to tingle
with the effervescence of promiscuity,
and your mind to play in harm’s way
and your nature to rise.

Urging you to become its
loyal servant
while love, the fool
watches from the open window.

The swiftness of lust proves king.
Love, the fool, too slow,
leaving you with no time to wait.
The wrath of lust’s power
drenches the wholeness from you
like the life from flowers.
Blowing its cool breath in your lungs,
its icy grim of reality from your memory
then leaving you in bed
alone
as love watches from the open window
not allowed to inhibit
your fantasy
that came to you like bees to a hive
and caused chaos to your very aura.

The inexplicable sensuality has
grasped your heart with a tight hold
killing love
and bringing misery to your
very existence
while love comforts
your essential self as it cries
from the other side of the open window.

WYLD STYLZ