Raw Malkin Woman, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown) Poem by Captain Cur

With wild abandon
I disturb the precious Arts
that have torn apart my senses
and bled my naked heart.

Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
I have uncovered savage dimensions
in this world wilderness in which we meet.
What is true cannot breed false intentions
as I struggle my thoughts fain to bequeath
what justifies you to my eyes dins all
other impressions, you become my nude
elaborately spread on desires wall,
a raw abandoned piece of art, a crude
malkin woman who lives to thrill my lustful heart.