DEPRIVATION AND DENIAL

Are the seeds to poetry?
From the mind of a poet
That’s why poets,
Most of them had sex
Before they composed,
That also goes for any artist,
How so ever fantastic,
The love ensues
And then the mind pursues,
The ecstasy or love or its deficiency too
A poet alone can tell you
How the kiss of life
Can prolong,
If not life,
But memories like the actors of Titanic
God bless their souls will he