With anonymousness,
he wheedles his way
into the minds of women
with god shaped gaps
for hearts.
Stolen quotes,
and rapid self-disclosure
are a transplant for the weakened souls,
designed to probe,
feign care
and set himself apart.
The ‘hobby’ he’s perfected -
that of parting legs to penetrate,
alleviates his blights
inside their emptiness -
is something of an art.
A Fine Write
I like the objective perspective of this write. A portrait, a disection. Well composed, by a poet. -