Here's one that I once wrote, in the thick of it:
Eros, black-marketeer,
unquestionable shade,
patron of snagging briar
and ravaged bride
battens on our decline,
his humours duly drawn
from undissenting spleen,
relenting brawn,
his tenderness at odds
with our proportioned joys
displacing from their beds
the sleeping wise.
Dominic
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