Love & Evil

A poem about the notions of sex.

The body lunges for the form,

a javelin that can't be stopped by a swarm,

of bees or bats, or cats and snakes,

the body aches,

Is this what love makes?

A shiver a shudder.

Love letters to be torn,

a baby to be born,

a house to be married,

is to live life to the fullest.

I'm a cullest,

a remover of prophecies comes to my door,

shows me the w***e,

and my love is no more.

I lay panting like a dog,

a different mind has besotted me, 

and so lifts the fog,

am i the man i'm suppose to be?

Gazes turn from each other.

Is my lover nothing more than an ideal,

a goal to be strove for,

memories from the films i watched as a child,

if so, let me stand on the scaffolding.

Author's Note

I haven't much technique, so any comments on my style or technical mistakes are needed!