Intoxicated Love

'What's love got to do with it? '

Tina?
Tina, Tina, Tina?
Anna Mae Bullock,
You are a head 'Turner'
But...

At one time...
When I thought of life,
As a hustle.
To produce pennies, nickles
And now worthless dimes.
Love,
As I knew of it then...
Was a waste of time.
And the furthest thing from my mind.

Seeking that hustle,
With hopes to muscle up respect.
What I did get was dwindling change.
And a pinch to remind me,
Of my adopted hopelessness.

Today,
I feed on it with such a greed.
I feel I must steal love.
Without guilt to please my wants and needs.

Intoxicated I find my mind,
With this stolen love.
Intoxicated love has found me,
Cleared eyed and freed of that hustle bustled.

'What's love got to do with it? '

With me?
So much I can't get enough of it.
And blessed that God has given this gift!

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

Brilliant poem Lawrence. H