Lucky 8
I still adore this man who was my lover,
his dark smoldering intensity and his blazing kiss.
He had charisma that seduced me into his abyss,
but soon I found discomfort- dreadful things I did discover.
For eight long years he hid a secret life from me!
He was a paragon, a handsome, charming, perfect man,
and from pulchritude, physical beauty and charm- I ran;
the revelation- he was married- and still, I f l e e . . .
_________________________
July 6, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Lucky 8
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1038-686-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Rhyme Time 5- Lucky 8
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment