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Love's the rave

From an  inkling, a mirror image of lust is burned at the back of the mind
for this, love is the poison arrow as shot by our insatiable desires - love itself, so behind

Self indulgence in the guise of commitment, where romance engages the eros dance
behind it, is a ballad of an unsacred tune that plays the mind into a trance 

To own and to enslave, not of soul but of body
the heart here is eclipsed, the heart is in a malady

There's flesh to burn, bones to grind and minds to disengage
the flame that burns is filled by the substance 'erotoxins' that overflows past the gauge

The subjects thirst hungrily as the willing slaves
the place of their accursed captivity, is where love raves

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 1/7/2016 7:18:00 PM
DAVID, enjoyed reading your poem... HUGS **SKAT**
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Date: 8/5/2009 4:23:00 AM
Interesting. Sara
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Date: 10/16/2008 10:49:00 AM
I like how the title flows throughout the poem. This is excellent and the theme is consistent. Welcome to Poetry Soup. Great job! ~Joseph
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