Sea of Love

Cast your line out to find some love,
Or cash, or pleasure, or some semblance of compassion.
Then hold fast to the rigging as the critics
Blast your habits, firing
A stash of jibes at your so-called travesty,
Tainting the well with immoral promiscuity,
Refusing to comprehend desirability.
Is it about moderation,
Or sex and lust’s uncontrollability,
Or maybe reducing love to a value monetarily?,
Or is it simply the idea that all love is free?

Steve D