Strange That The Numberless Mouths

</>Strange that the numberless mouths with teeth Fill up the whole world; even bugs compete, And then there's stingers designed to make Your life less worthwhile; and venomous snakes. Funny how love itself becomes suspect Because of bad taste, or lack of grace; Someone choosing an object with your own face- There's nothing else, can demean like love. You who stooped, to conquer from above To give away your heart to love As if that takes not imagination's art And just note, that a spiders travel Is halfway exact, between jump and fly As if our many dimensioned world Were only their parachute's yielding sky. Love's the free gift we can always refuse Since nature's seen fit herself, to use Mouths to devour, and tails as stingers And nothing else in nature defuse Once the predator begins to stalk: Not even the caress of opposable fingers Not even the words of endless talk.