Poison Arrow

Cupid shot an arrow
With a high degree
Of accuracy.

And I
Eager for my ration
Of anticipated passion
Swooned
And foolishly
Neglected the wound.

This tender cut may require
To be cleansed
By fire.



Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-01-10 at 13:59

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh dear. Cauterize that wound with a bit of licentiousness. Not too much though :)
2016-01-13



Love this!! Is love ever not a wound that bleeds? Strong.
Ashe
2016-01-10