The babe of Venus, nodding on his bow
and quiver, love-barbs bristling in its maw,
each venom-tipped for love-fire fast or slow.
A chance to make a grab and flee, I saw.
The mischief I could make with Cupid’s arms!
A quick scratch here or there, then in the vein-
the lash of lust and all resistless charms!
To master love’s sweet pleasure, and its pain!
But now the boy begins to snore and stir,
and drapes one chubby arm across his stuff.
And now he looks about and gives a purr,
and now with fixed eye and with a puff
releases little shafts right at my heart:
red-faced, I slink away-pierced by his dart!
Charles W. Kiley III is a freelance writer and aspiring zookeeper with many RPG design credits to his name. His favorite poets include Robert Herrick, Dr. Johnson, and Gertrude Stein.
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