The Feeling

No doubt about it - stands to reason
May's the month and spring's the season
No intervention from Above
Is needed when it comes to love.

And yet old Cupid's wily darts
Have pierced the strangest pair of hearts
It can't be true - yet in defence
The feeling balks at all pretence.

Four days will cure this new malaise;
But no - it's here and here it stays.
It can't be helped, nor stopped nor cured
It's real, and vibrant - and absurd.

Why - looking through a Looking Glass
Like Alice, shows a pretty pass.
There's not a hope of its succeeding
And yet somehow it sends them reeling.

Life's like that - when you least expect it
The Powers That Be become electric.
And whichever way you cut life's cake
You know there's more than sex at stake.

Written in 1983

(c) Poet in the woods 2014