Lust Condemned to Nothing

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Oh, look, rhythm and rhyme poetry. See? I do pay attention to constructive criticism . If you're helpful you'll leave some :).

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Stolen by beauty, consumed by rage

Dispersed is the image in too many days

Again and again, the stature was wrought

Broken, disturbed, condemned to be caught

What sort of sanctity could cause such dismay?

Only the brilliance of lust led astray.

A poet, a writer, a lover of words—

Captured, inspired, drawn to inert.

Sliced, and diced, and chopped into nothing

A pounding of blood that could only be bluffing

This structure, this bafflement… love, might it be?

Struck down to nothing, you lie and deceive

Nothing will come of a one night rape

Children of nature stare, jaws agape

Such passion and fury, hideous things

Tempting to steal away, never appeased.

Gaze at the features, single night adored

Scream imperceptibly, horrors forewarned

Glint of a lover, a player of games—

A sharp scrap of metal, bestowed many names

Flood of perfection, a joyous young color

Nearly infrared, simply off by a number

Sighs of sheer peacefulness leaping for praise

Lover adored, now lost to clichés.

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Heather M. 23/11/05