My heart is a Whore

My heart is a Whore

Azrael Pavel



My heart is a whore,
When frictions of love
Is a fascinating fiction,
On my hungry lonely days,
Decays and grows like the moon above
Sustaining its contradiction.



My heart is a whore—
Can’t cease fancying
On sunburnt nakedness of mind
Fanging on the chronicles of skin.
Ah guilty infected feelings!
Always rise from the cinerarium
Of goodness that I left behind.



My heart is a whore
Who waits on grime
Feeding on profanity,
Busy with the divine
Words patiently to sew
Some illusive dreams,
Severely mocked by reality
Yet my heart is a whore
And it’s whoring on you!