“Love is a circus”
I’ve always said
A balancing, teetering
Teeter totter
When one’s feelings weigh too BIG
You launch your partner
Straight into space

Sometimes they come back
Sometimes they stay in space…

Can you blame them?

Intimacy is a bearded lady
And a customer that keeps paying for tickets
To come see her
They are enthralled
But soon they will get disenchanted by
The feminine scruff
And go see the lion tamer instead

Do you blame them?

Romance is a trapeze artist
Her sparkling limbs, pointed toes
But it’s just an act
A daring feat
A wild display
Which wows the crowd
And keeps them wanting more
And the trapeze artist keeps wanting to give more

Did it work?