The thrust of Cupid's arrows Are sharp and sometimes painful Bleeding a bitter sweetness Yet the thrust of the hardwood shafts Are hungrily sought out Desired and feasted upon Like wedges of lambs meat Succulent and juicy Shoved deep in our starving mouths An unfathomable hunger This starvation of love Thinning our limbs Tightening our skins Yet unbelieveably paradoxically Swelling our bellies Filling us to overflowing With bittersweet fruit The pain of thick-headed shafts Penetrating our moist skins To lodge heavily beneath The surface of our lives.
Reason for writing:
Strange the connections and misconnections between love and sex, and the consequences of each.
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