A certain hunger plummet into the crest of a serrated crate
Speaking fervent cues of effulgence,
Mad winds of comfort to a lost compass
Humming pleasant tones servants of pleasure have come to know__
Now abstinence is no more than a fallacy lore;
Critically gone with the pledge for purity
Briefly trickled down a timid gorge
Laying seige to condensed feels__
Intense, acutely stained red
Shorelines glint with a tint of loveliness at eve's veil,
Salt shipped shells are heart-shaped Symptomatic to a throbbing sweetness of passion
Exceeding the tang of saccharine when it penetrates blood streams
Glistering clear
Dripping of a pomegranate finger-touch that overlays torn veins to be a parlor for heavens
Warmth the burning kind may leave Footsteps of lilac on the flesh
Mauve bruises on the mouth;
Trailways mounted by aeons of longing
Asking to be fed lastly with a silver spoon
Full of melting love
8 November 2022