Je Suis Eros

I was once lovesick,

I then got sick of love.
Oh, what an inconstant heart!
Or should I say
What inconstant hormones?
Heart lurches at seeing le beau,
Head purges off such ado.
Gorgeous, easy on the eye.
Oh, dash! - reason'd go,
Only species reproduction on the rise!
Id wake up lovesick,
Midmorning, sick of love,
I could call him, my pick!
Heart urges satisfaction!
That's mere euphemism,
For simple procreation!
To the blazes with love
It's nothing to do with it!
Rouse on with the wit!
Reason on the forefront.
For the progeny, the wont!
Oh, nature ineluctable,
Matting so delectable!
Who said it has to be love?
Sod the poets!
No lyricism in the alcove.

Lisa Torcato - April 2015