Since when does Cupid have a gun?
Venus make your son behave!
He's been naughty, making pulses race
and hearts break with
way too much efficiency.
Bullets spreading around what feels
very much like a wound
and not a gentle swoon of someone's
dear and true beloved.
Love is the slow bleed
the having and the loosing.
The having like a fever,
the loosing like a limb.
the giving like a gift.
Love is a lie and Cupid is a thief.
Let him who brings the smile,
bring the teeth.
Let her who brings the sugar,
bring the acid.
Love is the truest lie there ever was
the hardest answer
and the endless question.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=645325
Рубрика: Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата надходження 19.02.2016
автор: petra pan