Quicksand Vicinity Poem by John Sensele

Don't crucify the past, bless the past
To cast a net wide and amass a vast
Catch of love bream when your heart screams
In horror at inextricably locking yourself in reams
Where porcupine quills prick targets
That arrest love's journey to presets
God set in motion long ago for couples
For bound souls to enmesh not because of dimples
That adorn a face to hex unwary romantic electrons
That wander on orbitals of higgs boson particles attracting neurons
From a mind that wishes to bind when sentimental terrorists
Lay an ambush in a bush with no trysts, priests or florists
But cold hearted marble in a stable with fables that with no pity
Sears any hearts that dare to sneak into its vicinity.