Lust Poem by Clive Culverhouse

Lust



you killed them with your sword
I, with my axe, in ten something or other,
the year isn't important
but we were dripping in their beautiful blood
staining flowers about to bud
among the smells of grass and guts
and still
of an evening crimson
we could still be
intimate

Tuesday, June 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,love,lust
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Lust
poetry by Clive Culverhouse
a poem of poles

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