Dark Feeling Poem by Ovidd

Love,
what a thing

her late night presence
the silken drape of hair
its shimmering blackness
between night's darkness
and the glint
of streaking silver arrows
slung from Apollo's quiver

cast their
dim reflection
across her naked back
ever
so slightly turned
enough

her perfumed aroma
permeates
its aphrodisiacal
effect
intoxicating
my obsession

she turns
green-eyed
mesmerized
her lone
perfection
tantalized
with its own
power

her lips taste
their lipstick
the softness
of her legs
glow
as they cross

her laughter smiles
with cheerful
essence

I yearn
wishing I could
make her understand,
these feelings stab
deeply
tormenting
all that remains
of what I am

suffering slowly
without her,
such thought
that leaks profane
truth
requires resolve

for she knows
I've shared truth

but then
why she pretends
except she must
this love is sin
leaves me lost

I see the wrong
but not its sin

my mortal affliction
undeniably insufferably
absorbing and consummate
sin should not love this way.