Perfect Bound ----- Contest Entry
(draft iiiv)
*-- -- I spent my puberty pursuing Truth,
-- -- while Venus bound Adonis as a youth.*
My passions laid with Mysteries and Signs
the secret workings only hermits see,
those subtleties by which our fates align,
the ways young clocks may seed our destinies.
The vulvas that I held were hard-bound books,
vanillin pages streamed with ecstasy;
they weren't the sort that lived or died by looks,
their warmest whispers - ideologies.
My bedroom's full of volumes, silent, dry,
still waiting for that gentle touch to come,
and curve their lonely spines. But, what belies
the depth of blood? What warmer truth? There's none,
-- -- for nothing is so great as boundless love,
-- -- and, perfect bound, my books are not enough.
* additional lines for 16 line iambic pentameter contest
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