Dear poet,
I use your poems to feed on my fire,
to keep burning the desire.
After several years of marriage,
despite the feeling still alive is:
the Eden's apple on the table;
the Bible's snake - now common servant,
to serve me sex-appeal`s apples.
Love poems, used like candles,
or coals for more fire
of what is becoming a daily routine
of connubial lust and desire.
Excuse me, if i did misuse,
Your poems come
without instructions,
can be misinterpreted or
misused so.
ONElia AVElar
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