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Deflected Desire

Old (but unpublished) sonnet revised to make accurate

By Honor Willow BrownPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
Deflected Desire
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He was very special; the man was so strange,

Smiling, flirting, luring: he stooped that low,

The energy was strong: the perfect exchange,

Come on, my precious; let’s just let it grow,

He circles around and sets his own trap,

Using his gorgeous body as the bait,

He retracts his promise: a big mishap,

Now I know everything: the worst deceit.

Rage builds up in me; I’m lit up in flame,

I’m enraged and distraught: my core on fire,

What does he think this is: a stupid game?

I sense the most bizarre response: desire,

Gazing into his eyes, I caress his head,

If only he knew, I’m still in that bed.

heartbreak

About the Creator

Honor Willow Brown

I am a 25 year old student currently in my fourth year of BA English and Film. I'm interested in sharing creative writing, non-fiction articles and poems.

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