Has Cupid Lost His Zing Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Has Cupid Lost His Zing



hook me to the moon-tree
where the she-wolf sings

prize my soul
from it's oyster-shell
protesting where it clings

thread my song with pecking-birds
kissing hurts my eyes

a cat's paws dogs my insolence
as crazily it flies

arrow-heads are barbless
has Cupid lost his zing

then would deep white throats be artless
as distant murmurings

Monday, February 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Saint Cynosure 01 February 2016

Very enjoyable read...

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