adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Seduction

Shall I seduce you with my words
or club you over the head with them?
These poems will have their way with you.

They will not take no as an answer.

I've filled them from my violent heart;
my every dark desire seethes
beneath their surface, honeyed-fair.

They call to you from darkened alleys.

Do not go with them, seeking night,
believing whispered words of love,
the subtle, sweet song of seduction.

They hide the hungry animal growl.

To love or force becomes all one;
my poems lounge in shadowed doorways
and lust to have their way with you.

They will not take no as an answer.

Stephen Brooke ©2011

I may have stretched the central metaphor here a little thin.

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