Sweet Poison

“There’s a kind of magic in masks. Masks conceal one face, but they reveal another. The one that only comes out in darkness… [and in love, methinks]. ~ Terry Pratchett [and me]


I fell for his tongue
(sweet poison inked into art)
a satire of love.

i was lost, lost, lost… in lust
without love—pleasure
hath no north.

In the chaos of hidden thirsts afire,
he is madness (a learned art)
on skin, wanting and waiting…


love melts masks.


for a friend (who l believe might benefit from these words *right now*).

Mad Love
, by Dave Lebow


linked to Poets United.


47 thoughts on “Sweet Poison”

  1. Art and heart, such combatants in the mind — the one reveling in devilment and concealment, masked desire and potion fire — while heart is just running from or embracing intimacy, openness, nakedness, simplicity, humility, grace. Quite a pair, those two, always just discovering what the other always knew. Hope you’ve been OK.

    • “…always just discovering what the other always knew.” I really like that. Oh, the things they can do when they dance as one.

      I’ve been doing all right, thanks for hoping. A tad tired and such, but mostly living and doing and moving forward. 🙂

  2. I like the idea of love melting masks. That it definitely does! Lust without love is something, I guess; but it pales beside the real thing – love of the person as he/she really is!

  3. How often it is that we mistake lust for love.. I admire the truth in “pleasure hath no north” such an apt description of a relationship having no future. This is incredibly intense and powerful, Magaly! ❤️❤️

  4. That lack of north…that sealed the sense of being trapped. And the poisonous art…art that is more skill than truth, perhaps? Seductive, either way. 🙂

    • You and me both… I think it’s one of the reasons why it’s so terrible to see another going through the same… because it’s not hard to remember how blind we were to it (at least, I was at the time).

      I am doing well. Thank you so much. Writing, sharing, reading poetry is a fantastic remedy. 🙂

  5. I have lost direction in this madness before finding my feet back on the ground. I flashed on “the lunatic, the lover, and the poet” of course.
    Beautifully done.

  6. Sounds like she fell in love with her tattooist, but then realised it was no different than exhausting oneself at the gym and being a poet decided to write about it instead…and produced an intriguing winner.

  7. oh my how I have been clouded by the mask! One toxic relationship lasted 8 years. UGH!!
    I had a masquerade party a few years ago and I had a quote on my letter board almost exact to the one you have on top.
    Hoping your friend sees the light….

  8. When there is no north, there is no pole star by which to navigate even if one could see through the lust. I believe this kind of behavior can be addicting. I am afraid I have seen it and been unable to offer anything but to listen. It is true that we have to save ourselves more than we care to. Great write!

  9. I hope your friend is paying attention! Very wise words Magaly!
    My friend, I have to apologize. I didn’t realize I have missed so many of your posts! I usually get them in my e-mail and I guess I haven’t? Errrr!!! Big Hugs!

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