The Syncopated Imp
from a challenge to use a random set
of unconnected words in a poem)
The syncopated rhythms of my
infatuation with you have left
an indelible mark
on my metrical heart.
I am M'Adam to your "Y'ves,"
biting into the luscious apple of temptation,
while Lust, with his pitchfork,
prods us from behind.
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