Why, oh why do we persist

on poems that love insists?

I tire of ‘whispering names’

on the edge of  ‘soaring winds’

Or ‘gentle sighs of the heart’

at the mention of ‘names’

There is this harsh reality

-that love needs financial security

(lust is another matter entirely)

Taking care of ‘bizness’

should begin with bank statements

If you think I’m being hard

-think of the speed with which

love dies

-the minute cash grows wings

….and flies

(Just saying!)

©Vivian Zems

Poets United – Mid week Motif- Lust

(inspired by Rajani on Thotpurge)