Byron and the Boyfriend He Never Got to Meet
A man’s poetic quality depends
On his capacity for love, or so
Said Rimbaud. More like lust. His lovers, friends
And innocent bystanders saw the glow
Of his to devotion to his verse. His heart? . . .
No phosphorescence glimmered at its core.
So, did this lack of love improve his art?
Lord Byron was a predeceasing whore
Whose loves (except for half sister) were deep
As his glans could reach, no more. If for boys
Or women, his affections, like the sweep
Of his creations, shone like pretty toys.
One infamous baron wrote rhinestone lines.
….The French lad ransacked blood diamond mines.