Pierced
By silent arrows.
And caught
In twilight's
Glow, the defeatist
Closes eyes
And feels
The swallow
In the
Belly gut.
Heartbeat of
Saint. Lust may
Choke anyone
In its
Modern
Way.
*Why am I listing poems by genre now? Because it makes it easier for searchers who are looking for a poem on a particular topic. Is it somewhat reductive to categorize in this way? Yes, a bit...but, it allows more people to find my writings; so, it's a concession that I can live with...kf