Poem: Swift Pleasure

 

Swift Pleasure

 

razor gleams of eyes

 open my heart without

removing clothes.

naiveté made them weapons.

 

there's a gash

in the hideout of my chest.

whwere emotions bubble forth,

pain revealed,

forsaking the odds of innocence.

 

how brash 

my foolhardy leaps,

unprepared for such swift pleasure,

faster than the giddy race

of ridiculous pulse

to stumble, trip and fall

into the oubliettes of unkind stares.

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Oct 4 2024 eds