(The prompt as supplied; ‘Isn’t this… romantic?’ “You’re a psychopath.”)
Work In Progress.
‘Isn’t this… romantic?’
“You’re a psychopath.”
‘I’m trying to be empathic
So let’s not make this a bloodbath.’
‘What my psychiatrist proposes
Is I indulge in empathetic thinking-
So here’s a bunch of wine and roses
For your nose and for our drinking.’
‘Your eyes look wary and distrustful
Even as my finest Cabernet you sup,
Do my cold eyes turn red and lustful
As I see scarlet dripping from your cup?’
‘I’ve prepared a five-star meal,
Fois gras, truffles and sirloin steak,
My culinary eye can scarce conceal
The chef’s made an all too rare mistake.’
Her sweet face taut with leaden lividity,
Her tender mouth ceases its idle talk,
My eye falls with a dreaming avidity
Upon her gleaming knife and fork.
‘I swore I’d strain to show restraint
But you see the truth, you know I lie,
Now you look like you’ve seen a haint-
Now the knife points out your blind eye.’
It’s the nature of the beast
To take a lamb to slaughter,
My famine has turned into a feast
And my loves blood flows like water.
©Obbverse
Well, now, that was certainly an interesting stroll. Lushly lurid lechery, along with lucid alliteration, killer cutlery and menu management. Great show, Wizard of O….
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Something said ‘look, go on, give it a stab.’
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