Depraved One Poem by Peter Black

I am the depraved one.
I am the done one.
Ask me what love is and you will see a blank smile.
I see women most alighted,
Ladies plain and nothing
But I smile all the while.
As in my heart grows hungry,
Into the body burning;
The mouth and eyes shown nothing.

For ask me what love is
For the man and women,
For the consummation of feeling
True and Bestial
I see no border lining,
I feel nothing.
I imagine what is being touched
Compared to the paragon—
Alone search my body for true love.
I am the depraved one.