Tendrils Poem by Naleen De Alwis

Lust, like tendrils
comes and envelops me.
Hold tight piecemeal
unknowingly,
in suspended consciousness,
but shoddily.

Coils it every trait, round and round
firmly clutching and wrapping
my every thought slyly.
Betrays my soul, then brings me
neither love nor affection, but
myopic, niggling, physical warmth
that's mortal
unlike unphysical love immortal.

Sight pleases bright lust
Right love's inthe dust
And departs from the heart
not listening to brain.
Imbued I'm with tendrils
entwined all over me, and
my love's swallowed, that
had drilled deep inside me.