Quatrain of Soulless Sow Bug


Sow Bug - small terrestrial crustacean


You hid your heart under
a pleasure stone when
I wanted it the
most,

My everlasting desire
chased your love as
if you were the holy
ghost,

I wanted to control my
lustful ways and still
drink from your sexual
jug.

It was you my dear,
who denied my embrace,
as if I were a soulless
sow bug.

Yorktown Disciple
2004

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