Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Temporary man.
Like a heroin fix,
crash and burn.

Vandalizes hearts.
Sucks like a vampire,
to celebrate his dis ease.

Marries first to get some.
Knocks up the neighbor,
along with his wife.

Temporary man.
Runs from what he's broken,
to break some more.

Good poem; enjoyed.

an unfortunate cycle of operation that destroys trust ( because your poem infers lying and dishonesty )......but old as the hills.....saying whatever it will take to get what you want.....and as you conclude , the deception has to deal with so much more than sex.....it deals with the heart.....well done H

hester_prynne wrote:Temporary man.
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Temporary man.
Runs from what he's broken,
to break some more.

But listen, I’m a temporary man—
a fact I’ve only noticed recently;
I’m handsome like a fragile former cloud,
like momentary love’s rigidity
embedded in a young man’s lover’s arms
or armed for conquest in his lover’s bed—
and always poised for more than I can give.
But temporary’s not how I would live
and not how I would have you loved. Instead
I want – for both of us – the steadfast charms
of resolute reliability.
I want to be as perfect as allowed
by human nature; yet, indecently,
I love within the moments when I can.