Thread: 2 Poems: Tainted Desire and 3

Now, again I'm no decent poet, but I just write things and don't get a meaning until after I write it (If there is a meaning in my poems at all) But hey, feel free to comment.

Tainted Desire

A figure so deep, so ghastly,
Twirling and flying in a mesmeric dance;
A dance that was one so heavenly,
Tainted upon site, into mesmeric trance.

Yet such beauty lay with a price,
Yet even with a moments pause;
A kiss would suffice,
To dark degree, gallows claws.

Once caught in the mesmeric trance,
Lay no life for those in height;
The feeding of within, the succubus swallow,
Lust a burden upon those who follow.

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3

Not one, nor two, but three.
Three is there, I only see.
Not one, not two, only three.

One is enough, for one
Two is too little for the three,
Yet that three, such a perfect number.

Such sanity comes within three,
Unlike the insanity in one or two,
Alone, or confused, hungry and fatigued.

Three for comfort,
Two for sex,
One for madness.