10:09 pm
infatuation is a strange thing
a bony creature thin
with feeding on itself
it is addicted not to its subject
but to its own vain hunger
and needs but a pretty face
to fuel its rampant imagination
ablaze with conquest
but when conquering is complete
the blood leaves its limbs
and it becomes disenchanted
with its subject
who then sits like a hollow trunk
emptied of its precious cargo
and left to fade
a seed relieved
of its transparent husk
to dissolve, finally
on a rough
and impatient
tongue
