an elegy to desire (20170403)

here lies lust
whose blood has
turned to rust
decaying bones
a powdered dust

remember the fire
in his veins
bore you higher
than any snow-capped
mountain spire

what an art
was seduction
the saddest part–
he had no
beating heart

——

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4 thoughts on “an elegy to desire (20170403)

  1. This sounds so like me and my decaying bones with no beating heart — a skeleton man with more void than substance. Gritty and destructive — love it!!
    ~PR

    1. Thanks very much! ❤️ I’m not sure I’m happy with how it turned out. But I’m glad you liked it!

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