Adonis

Sulky staring from the corner there

your heart is hard

your thoughts are hateful

Once we had a few

nice days in the sun

but you have long fled me

You there, so princely

yet a slave

to the puppeteer holding purse strings

Rage against me

for my lack of service

my inability to tow the line

My Adonis, strong now

but doomed to repeat

those hateful patterns

Tell me again

how I have failed

not thinking for myself

but I know

that your soul is blank

and that you harbor love only

for yourself