ADROIT IN SEDUCTION (A Petrarchan Sonnet)
A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci
The Don Juans of the world play at their sport until they are too old and then too lonely.
Binging on sex, ablaze with constant need
To prove themselves suave conquerors of flesh,
Lotharios abrade good sense, ingest
A false idolatry, accept as creed
The disparagement of women they feed
Their repertoire of lies. They dont address
The issue: love by nature should not stress
The loved who bristle at two-timing deeds.
Love should elevate, not tear down the dreams
The nave entertain. Do these rogues care?
Adroit in seduction, they play the game
Of leaping bed to bed. They have a flair
For breaking hearts. No core values. Esteem
Will fade in old age, conquered by self-blame.
Created Jul 22, 2008