Words of poison you spread,
In mistake of love you tread like ants
Across my heart and feast upon it’s kindness
All the while with assurance of love,
Sexual desire, seductive words which harm
A soul who feels no deserving.
Out of every pore, into every part,
Burning and etching, boiling and falling,
Such messages of your past should be left.
Your beauty, is as telling as the snake
which touched eves mind, and in contrast
adam fell, and no man, not i, nor him.
Deserves such tempting passions.
