And this one is sort of the punchline for these incest poems
I really was an idiot to trust
someone I know to be obsessed with sin
around my love. I thought, she's not his kin
and so she's not a target for his lust.
I'm mad for love of her, that's my excuse.
So mad I somehow thought that she'd be safe
forgot he's one whom all restrictions chafe
thought he was bound by friendship who's so loose
Normal considerations don't apply.
I burn for her with such intense desire
my common sense consumed in raging fire
He reassured me, did not even lie.
'I love her like a sister'. Should have known
that meant she's on his list of girls to bone.