Shall I say I have known the arms already—known all
I don’t need the eternal note of sadness before I believe you...
I’ve walked in the night-wind with its roar
carried dreams on the back on this darkling plain
yet, I never knew those supple eyes
had a maelstrom of unkind desires
hidden in their peeps and tweets
I never knew your embraces
had such cruelest spites,
the most unkind in the divinely design
The lips are no source of life either,
they birthed venoms spit death threats
conceived in the darkest shadow
In our search for pleasure
we never knew it will be a consort of pain
that erupts agonies even in my slumber.
Beneath the giant lady Liberty I stand confused
about the road to the land of dreams……
They say, living fire can beget cold impotent ashes
you’ve become yesterday's hot fire
that begot today's cold ashes…….
Hmmm, wish we never met
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