Love Is Like

Love is like
a box of chocolates given
to you by a Nazi war doctor
who has filled
half of them with ground glass.
You may suffer unspeakably;
you may experience
brief gratification.

We Miss You, Snark

Prose entry to say that I really want Poetry Snark to start posting again. It's been so long.

Book Review For "Intimate Kisses:" The Poetry of Sexual Pleasure

Dickinson but no Donne?
That's no fun.
Congrats, though, to Mr. Mesler,
on erotic use of word "vagina." Clever.
I myself prefer "cunt"
which is easier to rhyme.