LANKY LOVE

love is not a plague - punctured plumes:
hoisted hooey, disaster's hood
quack qualities dripping nectar
worn whooshes, malady's fosters

love ain't bounty bliss - Utopia:
numb nature's cloak sewn by favor
timid oak oozes pruned pleasures
sassy stream girded in leisure

lanky love is far from merit:
gaunt grace's groomed by bruised verdicts
felon features seeped'n hacked acme
porous passion puking smith'reens

love's a gullible game: the Chess!
We're the pawn, while nature's the rest.

Note: of lanky love