an elegy to desire (20170403)

Posted on April 3, 2017 by crow

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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BRH April 3, 201711:56 pm

I love it when you rhyme. I also love it when you don’t.
1. crow April 4, 20175:07 am
  
  Ha! Thanks. I would of say this poem barely rhymes.
Dead Donovan April 4, 20171:28 am

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. crow April 4, 20175:06 am
  
  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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