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Cupid's Arrow

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Solomon_Song
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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I thought he was so perfect,
my lover seemed so hot
but he disappointed....
Cupid - you are shot!

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MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States
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Arrows and Little Deaths


I plucked from his torso
an arrow
and with it, came
the heart…..

impaled upon the point,
I should like to touch it with my fingers,
yet I merely observed
fascinated
while it still beat, in shock—

how could it have known
for that split second
it was dying, when
its safe little cocoon of tissues
and lymph
had blown apart, around it?

Ah, but hearts have no minds
and therefore, cannot think
such things…..

I have loved and lost
and my own heart became as stone,
for the workings of Cupid, and
in the blackness of night,
I thieved from him,
his very device which lay torment
to the pericardium within
mine own walls.

It took nary but one arrow
and the rest, set a-flame
with his mortal form, as
I retreated,
satisfied,
that I had committed the perfect
murder.

I shall keep Cupid’s bow,
a souvenir …

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kaatru_sikappu
uma.jay
Strange Creature
India
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an undated Kama’s entry: dissection of your ignited spark almost two decades back, dying off in its hollowed farce...sorry & thanks!



fractionates fragile bit of a virgin night
a lemony spearmint hint of fresh breath
streamlines a jolting adhesive standstill
in its piercingly st[r]uck salival enjabment

[mushrooms toxic the lantern less midnights
in galloping grey-whitely smoking urbanity
bazaars’ stratified showcased & side-lined
in auctioned (com)motion, freakily choking
further & unperturbedly glitzing  
in its stripped & bartered glory]


an electrocuting crab bite
quizzically branches out
in a shrill chunky blackout

unassumingly targeted
& arousing in its appetite

almost tasting a sudden mix
of evergreening Cymbopogon
Cilantro & Basil of the Congos

swollen & drunk & hung moistened tepallous lips
now rings in unspoken resonance of non-existence
shed already to the suctioning silken cottony airs

absolutely no damnations
to the elicited flights of climaxing nothingness

if not for a chemical reaction
between the dryly unlocking
anaemic eyes of brutal intimacy

there is a brightly skewed probability
an imaginative scope in extrapolation
for a hoped alchemical transcendence

in love, that never was at first place...




(p.s.: Kama/ Kamadev is what Cupid is in Indian contexts)

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DCLXVI_1989
Garrett Asa Hughes
Lost Thinker
United States
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Half, the Shortest Month

Cupid knocks
As door unlocks
Open to the pain

The cherub nocks
As arrow locks
Lifting up the aim

It hits it's target
Error of margin
The arrow leaves her dead

It's love to care
With cupid prayer
Amen, at your head

Massacre of saints
On this day
Oh, Heavens above!

This little angel of sparks
Eagle eyed to hit its Hallmark
Confused with love

Love does not have just one day
Share it always
Share it much

If Valentine's is the only day
You're just in mass
To buy in lust

Struck not the arrow to dictation
Let it point to a direction
To gain not simply favor

But as a pure expression
Of joy and protection
Love is everyone's savior

Treasures are cherished forever
Written by DCLXVI_1989 (Garrett Asa Hughes)
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Bender
Jarlath
Fire of Insight
Ireland
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Fallen Cherub

Your condescending glances
are the nails of crucifixion.
I'd gladly hang upon a cross
to be freed from this affliction.

The stench of sarcastic silence
lies relentless on my skin.
I use the blood from open wounds
to wash away the sin.

Burdened by the blasphemy,
a fire of rage consumes.
Your scent of pain and fragile fear,
the sweetest of perfumes.

I'll pin your wings into the earth
with arrows from your quiver,
and eviscerate the heart within
while feasting on your liver.

So never shall you smile again,
or aim malignant bow.
Farewell to thee dear Cupid,
may you burn in hell below.

Written by Bender (Jarlath)
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