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.