Sharks Of Love Poem by Max Gatrell

Much is said in cultivation,
Shallow words spent with seed.
Empty vows between the sheets,
Of course I love you baby.
Toxic ailments of assurance,
Commitment breeds dependency.
This sepulchre I designed,
Where walls of doubt incessantly shrink.
A tomb which dims with every glance,
Yet limpidly I sit and think.
Prognostication is a Bitch,
Living with Cassandra's Curse,
To view before events unfurl,
These augurs indisputable.
Predictions based on things I've done,
Games I've often played and won.
O’ dilemma, consort of quandary,
Why does ambivalence prevail?
A heart divided cannot love,
Ergo romance is doomed to fail.
'tis strange to thirst and then to drown,
Dropped within the sultry water.
Petrified I couldn't swim,
But in the depths I belong.
A Shark of Love once was I,
Domestic nets now thwart my flow.
That I may roam this ocean free,
And hunt the seas I used to know.