Love That Lasts Not Lusts
The Thirst that lingers under the Crust,
Sharp twisted Fate within the Core; I begin,
Will I begin or end it by Begging, I begin,
Love not Lust that is a cloud always above,
Lust with Love; under the silk sheets of like,
Taste of Life’s tempts of endless attempts,
First a Fist that splits a thrust of fights,
Firm as pillars pyramids still as metal: Loving.
Upon the storm a ray blistering for a Rainbow,
The storm passing the illusion of seduction,
Braving the intimate gesture of love that lasts,
Hope is met and embracing the light of life,
Beginning to understand truth based begging,
I begin with love and not like to live for lust.
Copyright © Jermaine Kirimi