This must be the most anti-erotic poem I’ve ever written…
In no mood for love
no desire for feelings
yet the lust is always strong
a fire that keeps going on
my heart has ceased to yearn
desires no more adventures
my mind is now in charge
keeps me at bay by and large
and if, nevertheless, Cupid’s arrows
find and pierce my heart again
let the pain be sweet as honey
and these words be spent like money
© 2010 N.D. Skordilis
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