For the Love Of ...

She vituperates me until I fall to my knees

As though she desires a prayer for the prey.

A mistress of mine, she is not, just a tease.

Still, I court her every day.

Sometimes I think we’re in love,

But I clearly know that’s not the case.

Like a python she kills when she hugs,

But her spell resurrects me with haste.

The strange thing about it all

Is that I’ve  never seen her looks.

Our tryst is as mysterious as a cabal.

I only feel her presence, crannies and nooks.

She is no good for me;

I know that for a fact.

A thought of her, I start trembling,

And my heart thumps madly as if being attacked.

My life’s not right whenever she’s around,

But her mouth hums the commonsense out of my ears.

People wonder why I’d be attracted to this woman who puts me down.

I tell’em, I do all of this for the love of…Fear.