across my chest
Proud author of my diffidence
You, who preys on love
with such indifference
Exquisite inamorato
with intent to decimate
and much to your delight
you found in me
a simple dilettante
a mere play-thing
with which to satisfy
your appetite
Astute are your schemes
in catching the game
To love them and leave them
is your claim to fame
Copyright 2007 Beatriz Oliver