Elegy Written On the Death of a Paramour

ELEGY WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF A PARAMOUR How many faces shroud A paramour ? One, two, more! He was vibrant Man hood with veins and vines Gushing passion Historicity Genetic thread bestowed Chewing wild passions Bit by bit Anaconda devouring tender deer Deliciously. Adolescent love Infatuations Treacherous; And on by virtue of wedlock Sheer arrogance, Sharpeníd tongue and horns. Denial of dreams, reasons justified Each oneís lot. Man of wild dreams Libranís aggressive lust For love, shattered Red ants sting- Day by day 84 Rail Roads Night by night He became as thin as a lightning, Tearing sky apart, frozen feelings Solidified. Exotic was the fragrance Stealthed on wings of wind Hurling, in a dead manís dream. He moved to the nucleus, entranced Of enchanting field of invocation Furtive sleep walker Knapsack of burning flesh. A chamber full of dew and mist Sorcery of the fairy Entwining tentacles Combusting love and flesh Penurious. Fury of lust and love Splashing lava of volcano Dizziness, once fallen Door for deliverance doomed. Lascivious serpent dance Sucking in, inhaling, exhuming Chewing marrow with life sap. Guilt and dirt on body and soul Sunk deep and deep In the marshy land Fallen, fallen deep, Heaviness, molten lead on mind Tender soul forewarned 85 Samson J. Koladi Good angel, bad angel Ludicrous demarcations Relative and receptive Rationalising Swore his plight Furrowed, lay on his back, Losing all he kept close. Like dawn downed Came dusk, night Accompanied by night angels Came the Saviour In the trance hour Flickering tongue Crawling with ease Fang, needle teeth, Curious at the hollow man Merciful enough to exonerate Mantle of skin pierced, spitting venom Sacrificial Homa over Crept back to darkness. In the hour of Death Paramour smiled, he weptÖ.. Whirlpools of dreams, love and sweat. Next day, In broad day light, 86 Rail Roads All saw the paramour Lying on the causeway, Like a serpentís hood Disrobed Bluish body numb As cold as Death, Blue Lotus. Paramour met predicament With neither fear nor sulleness. Silent river of Time flowing Poor soul rests in turbulence Hailstorm and fire.