Ghazal: "Chanceus, My Little Italian"
Wikipedia says A ghazal is composed of couplets, five or more. The couplets may have nothing to do with one another, except for the formal unity derived from a strict rhyme and rhythm pattern.
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My fair little Italian, I’ll see you up the road
I remember our sacred plans, and you will take me to your abode
My fair little Italian, so poor but ripe and young with roses
Take me to your home, where lust makes my heart corrode
My fair little Italian, so young at age sixteen, carrying a heavy load
Knows how to unfurl my dark side, to which I kept low
My fair little Italian, I look into your boyish eyes—I see!—everything is so cold!
Taunt me with your fingers, taunt me with your coldness, break me from my mold
Your life is tarnished, your body touched by men, it can no longer withhold
Your innocence was beaten, your spirit abused, this was all foretold
Thrust into cruelty, the world ravaged your soul
Your heart was betrayed by men and women alike, your body mercilessly sold
The highest bidder, the nasty intentions, you wished to be unsold
But no! no! you saw there was no way out, your innocence was not enfold
Displayed for all to see, devious eyes looking upon your precious gold
I am not like them, my little Italian, I am twice as bold
I love you, you see. Your body belongs to me, your life be in my hold.
Now come and finish, make me cry make me weep make me yelp…reap what you sow.
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This is about Chance Karrucci, a character from my book, Dragons & Cicadas. He arrived in a technologically advanced city, and is then thrust into the world of prostitution by the town mayor, Overture. He survives with five other boys: Brandon, Kasiliev, Poul, Gerald and Roi. Over the years their souls are tortured by their clients and Chance's plans to kill Overture (the man responsible and overseer of the prostitution ring) have failed. Chance meets Darcy, a female client whom is caring towards him. This poem is from her POV. Read the book to know more about Chance!
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