Cupid, Dear Valentine

Lay me lost, here upon cold ground
And tingle, do ache within myself
Drink, dear dirt, to the cripple that lounge
I offer my all, a trade to withdraw his cut

And tingle, do ache a gash in me
To empty my body of it's flood
And feed the maw of many
With such raw rapture, buried 'neath mud

Struck had I become, when first ardor was nocked
To strike so true and enter my heart
And drain all fond intensity from the fatal
Wound to pull me apart

An Imp of God to play such sincerity a Reaper
With fractured promise of content
And he pulls aft his drawstring to ready the focus
With nicotine solvent on unwary innocence
The sting of such is easily perverted
Into a foremost pain so blunt and tenderly veiled
By a virulent delight, to stun, such is our weakness
The venom will scour until pumped throughout veins
A pestilence of love, to broaden the scope
Of possible pains
A damned cupid to release
The lethal arrow

Author's Note

Written in approximately 45 minutes for Valentines Day

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