Poem: Swift Pleasure

 

Swift Pleasure

 

eyes slay,

razors of gleam

that open the heart without

removing clothes.

naiveté made them weapons.

 

a gash in the hideout of my chest.

such is the pain 

of emotions that bubbled,

once revealed,

innocently enough

forsaking odds.

 

so brash in my foolhardy leaps.

unprepared for the swift

pleasure that fled,

 

faster than the giddy race

of ridiculous pulse,

fallen into the oubliettes

of an unkind stare.

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