Death, Stealth & Wealth Poem by John Sensele

Eyes that spoke
Talked to John whose heart remembered much pain
A lass bespoke
Rubbed in a wounded vein

Too tender to care if pocket agenda
Drove away his wish again to play
Love games and gender
Gymnastics he'd gladly slay

Because the core of his being
No longer felt
Feelings nothing
In leggings could melt

Whether they rubbed his chest
Fondled his bruised ego
Kissed his lips with best
Osculations that not long ago

Could enthrall his soft centre
But had died a sudden death
Because feelings no longer could enter
His bruised heart through stealth or wealth or love dearth.