A Religious Affair (Villanelle)

by Timeless Hopeful   Feb 17, 2006


My heart, a graveyard of lovers dead
My prayer mat is near the bedpost
What is my religion but a shrine to her bed?

Get me some food” my goddess lewdly said
A mere slave I am, addicted to beauty and sex
My heart, a graveyard of lovers dead.

A month ago I was truly in love, Cupid arrow stabbed
My heart fluttering, our love was developing but now
What is my religion but a shrine to her bed?

I gave her something men often dread
The power, O sweet power, once taken she changed
My heart, a graveyard of lovers dead.

Where is my food” she angrily said
I’m coming, my love” I calmly replied
What is my religion but a shrine to her bed?

Oh I miss those days, the days of a budding rapport
Now turned twisted, and became a master and slave liaison
My heart, a graveyard of lovers dead
What is my religion but a shrine to her bed?

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  • 11 years ago

    by Princess Love

    Very interesting poem. I loved it. Great job. 5/5