The evidence was perfectly clear
Of uncontrollable desire
Of trouble
Trickled in
Since the start
Shredded silk like wild hair
Feathers whirling
Wood splintered useless
Purple stained
Lion
Ox trampled
Arrow heads a million glinting shards on the floor
Steaming
Shattered glass
Confessed to the throttling that had gone on here
As delicate vases of philter leaked sticky love in honeyed puddles
So clear
He had been here mere moments before
Among the hurricane of torn photos
Smashed love songs, love tokens
Erotic promised curls of ink on paper
As one golden butterfly restfully beat its wings in the corner
Of the tempest’s aftermath
Listening to angels whispering
You have killed him, you killed Cupid.
Diane Smalley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killing-cupid/
