False MadonnaA Poem by Sujash I. Purnaof succubi, of lust
You were a sparkling-eyed coquette
-when youth flowed in my veins- A lusty lass with teasing bosom, And a curvy coy grin. I saddled on thy blind horse, Only to realise Only to become Another Macbeth with failure, My false Madonna, my so-called love! Three witches came to the earth that day To warn me of your advances. Glitch on the bed of love-making I thought and heard no more. The fourth witch left me Naked, bloodied and humiliated For I was too inseparable from the desire to stop Now, here I moan... Banquo, my friend, don't leave me alone... I'm lost, time-worn and gray, Languishing in the pity of the eyes Around me. I've ceased to worship Baal in Madonna's guise Succubi: women Sin of lust: love I realise. © 2012 Sujash I. PurnaAuthor's Note
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Added on June 26, 2012Last Updated on June 26, 2012 AuthorSujash I. PurnaKirksville, MOAboutWotcher! I am Sujash and I ramble. I am a freshman at Truman State University from 2012(isn't it this year???!!!). I'm looking forward to a dual major in Creative Writing and Music(Performance) .. more..Writing
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