Little Drummer Boy

To love thyself is no mean art.

 

Fill this emptied cup

With deep seated love.

Come abrupt, untainted,

And I will uncover your demons.

Pass through my existence,

As the aroma ascends

Feel the incense burn the hand

Once bitten, twice shy.

 

Take heed to lust

For love is too oft a cry wolf

From the boy who’d rather see

A heart bleed life into his ego

Than to stand tall as a man

And forgo the upper hand

For sake of the beauty

In a woman’s heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Alicia™]

What a well-written poem. I especially love this line: "A heart bleed life into his ego."

There's a typo in the last line of the first stanza. It should be "once bitten, twice shy," I believe.

Good job.

[RainQueen]

A beautifully written portrait of an ugly male. The one who collects hearts, taking without giving. An almost-mournful cry seeminly from a woman who has been prey, but who remains warily willing to give.

Incredibly well done...

[Ed Hart]

the only 'tall standing' men i ever saw were on the cover of Harlequin romance novels, and Tarzan, of course...the rest of us have 'personalities', some more than one