Intimate Endeavours – In the Dark 3

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.Β  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.Β  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.Β  These pieces tend to be excerpts and flashes of something that could be.Β  The exploration of an idea…

You can see the prompts here.


He pens soft verse and longs for hours

and buys her gifts then sends her flowers

and writes of walks in April showers

His love and longing born

 

His hearts desire is not reflected

in her look, he stands rejected

her response not as expected

And so he stands forlorn

 

Perhaps, he thinks, this is the game

I’ve been too sweet, he does proclaim

and confident, her heart to tame

Craves rose but feels the thorn

 

But every time he is refused

his heart in tatters ego bruised

lost and angry frail and used

And hate spring forth from scorn.

 

With craving need and grinding lust

his darkened heart he cannot trust

and raging hunger he does thrust

ahead and sounds hates horn

 

Polite refusal fuels his shame

she love’s another, he’s to blame

and in his mouth her rancid name

he dwells until the morn

 

Darkness consumed he loses hope

with hood and blade and tangled rope

succumbs to hates slippery slope

Their worlds apart are torn

 

And in the dark desire fulfilled

he sits alone, her body chilled

and she like love his hate has killed

And so a beast is born