Cupido Slaves Poem by John Sensele

Inflamed hearts longing for an erotic attachment
That lives only in their minds too febrile
To perceive reality with detachment
From feelings too affective to be agile.


Winged Cupid chooses an arrow from his quiver
Filled with gold-tipped arrows, silver-tipped arrows,
Steel-tipped arrows too keen to cross the river
Of desires in hearts that delete tomorrows.

Flighty, amorous hearts change blinds and minds
Too forlorn to lift curfews on seas of dreams
Too preoccupied with affections of romantic kinds
Hardly willing to riffle through palpitation reams.

Blindfolded lovebirds whose blinkered eyes
Fail to gaze at unrequited love lick injuries
Too erotic to consume rosary pies
Baked in pastry ovens to copulate on dromedaries.