Ode to Love


The ireful odor of ash and rust
Crowded in a shattered breast;
Once a naked object of lust
Now is laid to bitter rest.

Hades' infernal chariot's tail
Mocks sensations of intimacy;
Man will seldomly avail
From this unconscionable conspiracy.

To be innocent in his arms
Is to be damned.
To be literate of the outcome
Is to be forlorn.

Adhesions formed on passion appear to be grand;
Yet-
Woefully,
Lamentably indeed;
From these new cacoethes,
Are further tragedies bourne.

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