Animus
I sometimes curse the Libido within;
if there were a God I would curse him
too.
Sin.
Each time I look upon you;
forbidden fruit.
Yet mine eyes are drawn
irrevocably round and around
up and down
and within.
Curse this compulsion!
To possess;
that possesses me
and always has.
A contest entry
- Happy Birthday Irving Layton (March 12, 1912 – January 4, 2006) by Desiree Darkk.
900 points, ended March 16, 2007, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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a side to you i've rarely if ever seen. gives me a feeling of almost obsession with the opposite sex.. provoking
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love it
fewer words never spoken better love it and cong on the win
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I can't help but wonder what makes this particular forbidden fruit so forbidden, haha. It's tight, and ties up very nicely in the end. Congrats on the trophy.
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Congrats!
Yes. Crisp and most recognizable words. Much enjoyed the read.
Lisa
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Love it
I don't know what to say.. but I love this. Nice work and welcome back -
Most most excellent
John thank you for entering my contest. I'll be back with a critique. For now I'll just say excellent.
Desiree
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im applaudin the great sense of self-awareness this poem has. good job with writing this. good luck in the contest.
blu
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