Gorging out Forbidden Love from the Forensic Heart

A villanelle written in iambic pentameter about the loss of innocence with falling in love for the first time, and knowing of the inevitability that it will hurt.

I deem thee all, bent knees, waterproof fay:

It will be yours; black fever, white-hot ash,

Wounded-blind, feeble, made of daze, and clay --

They come in hoods - butter-knees in slight day.

The heart, the heart -- spits out like a backlash. 

I deem thee all, bent knees, waterproof fay:

Like a phantom, He will be gone in May:

Lost to high grace, leaving blood run like a rash;

Wounded-blind, feeble, made of daze, and clay.

Meshing Him out won't break the snap, thus Pray!

Hounded hurt; a red, sulking, screaming bash --

I deem thee all, bent knees, waterproof fay:

How thou art ostracised, black-eyed dismay!

When He steps out; A roaring hoovered slash!

Wounded-blind, feeble, made of daze, and clay --

Like a Swan, He is gone to the Far Way -

Pumping blood; hoarding geese, please! A damned mash:

I deem thee all, bent knees, waterproof fay --

Wounded-blind, feeble, made of daze, and clay --

Author's Note

My very first Villanelle! My very first structured poem ever, really -- I've gotten so silly with my free-verse, and this is terrible, but it's structured and I quite like it.