Deflected Desire
Old (but unpublished) sonnet revised to make accurate
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.
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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