Death of a Libertine

She Beguiles my senses, but in the past tense;
Extravagant blunderings, drunken and bent.
Decadent pagentry on forsaken dollar;
Corrosion  of tongue and flagrance and squalor.
Depths of despair: The vagrant that wanders
Loathsome and caged  resides my purged  heart
Reviled by th'eyes and ears of the art;
Death by which pleasure? (the Libertine ponders)
Author's Notes/Comments: 

libertine is one devoid of most moral restraints, which are seen as unnecessary or undesirable, especially one who ignores or even spurns accepted morals and forms of behaviour sanctified by the larger society.[1][2] Libertines put value on physical pleasures, meaning those experienced through the senses. As a philosophy, libertinism gained new-found adherents in the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries. (Wikipedia definition)

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palewingedpoetess's picture

very well written.......

almost hypnotic and I'm not even a libertine and I thoroughly enjoyed the poem.  Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.

Beatnik1979's picture


though you’re not with us any more ,sister....

you are nor forgotten.

Beatnik1979's picture

thanks for the read

Glad you enjoyed! More to come, stay tuned.