Lovers Are Jackals

Past experience with loveless women

Lovers are jackals

Come on, admit it.

When was the last time you trusted one?

Tanned arms, sweet lips, tiger eyes

Moan of a cat

Blind eyes and dead hearts

That feed on  your soul.

 Succubus

Virgin, virgin, quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

When’s the last time you met a virgin?

Thought so.

Arms wrapped around you like tentacles

Whispering Vahalla chants

As you lose your mind

Your steady existence

Flows away

Into the nightly dream

And home fades away into tattered rags of 

What once was

Pollyanna, oh Pollyanna?

Where are you?

Long lost to frigid nights of the soul

Jackals you have become.

Demon hounds, wraith like

 Beautiful and sensuous

Jackals

That rip your heart with a knife

Jackals make good lovers

Until they are tired of you.

     01/16/2020

Author's Note

Please feel free to express yourself.

Reviews

[light and ashes]

I had to laugh at this...... I'm a virgin.. and I'm not a child either.
Regardless, this is good writing. I like this.

[Danny Russell]

Thank you for your honest review. Your fresh maturity complimented me which honored me in a way you may not appreciate.

[light and ashes]

I'm glad to hear it :) like I said, it's good writing.

[Anna]

I specially like the lines:
"Jackals you have become.
Demon hounds, wraith like."

The poem felt very haunting, and I liked the descriptors you used.