Nothing But The Very Onerous Consumption Of Desire
This rare dark beauty doth my heart inspire
While this most pallid harlot damps my lust
And ginger tresses set my loins afire
Until my pounding heart is fit to bust
For, full of passion, live I yet my life
Flames of desire tears me apart
And as they immolate my luckless wife
I turn my back and go in search of tart
But lo! Approaching
In the gloom
Of my room
Came my certain doom.
This apparition makes me doubt my eyes
And other senses too, it seems, rebel
I've been found out
This apparition makes me doubt mine ears
The sounds I hear are not what they appear
And so! Regretting
Our persistent bed-wetting
Soft signifigance through waves of orange light, I awake.
For heaven's sake
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Beefy, cin, Tara Lynch, Ann Conlon, Damaris, Allen Ouimet, Lisa Lucarelle. |
Poem finished: | 16th September 2004 by Beefy. |