To Write a Poem is a Mortal Sin

Written by: Glenn Sentes

 
You hedonise yet killed your gamble Coveting, lusting, groping for words. You penetrate her deepest thoughts Imprison her, criminal humanoid. You steal her breath in the strokes of your pen Your delirious limerick strangling her. But your words in aching beauty Gratify the body of your poetry. Now you reached the climax in your robust stanza The provocative lines steaming desire. You hit upon another magnum opus A mortal sin told in the poem of Oedipus.