Infatuation

Infatuation is
A bony rib of love
A thin zealot caging the heart

Gibbering at the hem of Lust
Sweaty palmed
Wet mouthed
Impatient
It will promise anything
Mindful only of its own hunger

A crusade impelled by
Forbidden fruit –
The cherry requires only Beauty
For single minded craving–

Once possessed
It is soon scooped out; discarded
The soft flesh evanesced on
A fickle tongue