Monday, 9 February 2009

True Love

No tender caress, no featherlight touch
This is love laid bare, brutal and base
Torn hearts and roses amid blood and thorns
Nothing gentle in this fierce embrace

No soft given kiss, no sweet spoken word
There are teeth in both piercing the skin
Broken, flayed open by Cupid's blunt barbs
Rust tipped arrows with poison within

9 comments:

Sulpicia said...

Stop writing about love and cocks! How about an Ode to Snow!!!!! X S

Luka said...

Ah, Sulpicia, I would, but it has all gone! It lasted no longer than cock or love (she said, cynically) x

paulwchambers said...

like it!

Luka said...

Paul - thank you! It is a much deeper effort than usual.

paulwchambers said...

am guessing there is time for deep and a time for, well, just inside?

Luka said...

Quite so. With judicious timing it works for me.

paulwchambers said...

smile... couldn't agree more ;)

paulwchambers said...

ps, love the choice of word regarding timing .....

Luka said...

Paul - we are well met in the comments box it seems :)