Lovebog I Poem by Morgan Michaels

Love has no truer likeness than a bog
dissembling with a superficial sheen
the thirsty come to sip-alas, instead
a greater thirst, pre-empting, drinks them in.
Lightly they descend from proven banks
lured by the waters undulating smile
'my lap is luscious and my bed is warm-
here you may lay and slake your thirst awhile'.
But straightaway, the floor begins to boil
agitato, such is the water's taste
the mire ups and claps them to the knees
and uncontented, sucks them to the waist.
Swim then who can, them that must sink must-
oh terrified cries and desperate looks to shoreward
the wily water sucks them to the jaws
exacting three steps down for one step forward.
In at the mouth, in at the ears it pours
down the throat the caramel river flows-
certain tubers manacle their heels
as over their heads the guileful waters close.
Say good bye to the sky, you who fall
and flail in those thick shoals and drown