So I joined a poetry forum that looked pretty cool, and then some jackass moderator kicked me off. Why? Because I swore? No. Because I didn't "have the equipment to function" and I was an "illiterate teenager". Now, neither of the above are true. He's just an ass. Oh, and here's my poem, tell me please if it or I suck: Bed Stretched silk before your eyes, blinding you to the sight of candlewax, as dusk infiltrates these quarters. The humid night oppresses skin; rivulets of cool water fail to cleanse. The pattern of burgundy on the rug, the texture of the sheet - this things will fall forgotten. Tender marks of rope align your wrists to the curtains and the softest caresses cause a flinch - the softest of experiences cause you to writhe pale form slaughtering my responses with your hard edge of ecstasy - all developed on this bed.