A Love Less Ordinary

Foxes cachinnate Into the infant day Her dreams are circumfused Into milk way She catches a glimpse of a sunbeam tardigrade He grieves for his youth misspent in a xenodochium In adulthood, he became a connoisseur in supernaculum A modern day Rimbaud, for him debauchery has no boundaries Bounded is his heart to no fair lass or milky maiden. He is well versed in poetic inferno and immaculate vice Commits sins of all kinds thrice Yet she falls for him, the fair maiden pure For this Coeur de Pirate, there is no cure She strokes his naked body He won’t flinch. The sun is hot now, yet his heart is cool. This love story is desultory She must leave her gamin- Rimbaud But she is afraid, she would fall for a Daud. Her fingers are moist now. His flesh inviting and taut.