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Discordant Daughter of Discord

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Discordant Daughter of Discord

How doth thou appear so alluring,
When thy content is but aworrying?
Though thy beauty and elegance I apprehend,
Thy charm and power I can’t comprehend.
Tall, short, fat, and slim doth thou appear.
Thou appearest dark, fair and other colours I hear.
But do I conclude that thou art the same, all the same?

When thou doth appear in thy nude,
My eyes in utter amazement look.
My mind to the realms of ecstacy wanders off,
And uneasiness and eagerness trigger-off.
Those two things on your chest, the breasts,
Though like explosives they stand abreast,
Yet my hands itch to grab and feel them.

In my juvenile haste to discover thee,
I did lose my sanctity and manhood to thee.
The insatiable appetite for thee still lingers,
Yet the unthinkable satisfaction lies in none.
Do I quit or do I continue the adventure?
Now my whole life seems a wasteful nomenclature,
For all my expedited ventures ended the same.

All thy beauty and elegance now seem so shallow,
And so deceptive art thou that I now call thee shadow.
Indeed like a shadow, thou runneth when I pursueth,
And when I run from thee, I look back and behold, thou pursueth.
But the point of contact lies ahead,
When neither of us can run from ourselves,
Then the inevitable providence will take its stand.

When we thus cleave to each other decidedly,
With thy head on my chest, thou shall sleep and wake excitedly,
My meals thou shalt prepare and garnish,
And I hope my insatiable appetite for thy kind will varnish.
For thou art thus become my Eve, the mother of my children,
Oh Daughter of Zion, uncertainty beclouds me!   


Peter Edoziem

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