Gal L Actic

Gal(l)actic 

What a dream girl woman I mean like all
the stars heaven and cosmos never to fall
orbits moons sun wind fire water and earth
never in light years a drought and no dearth

We danced our mobile of yo-yos no strings
attached cosmic pleasure undefeatable wings
roots to grow old with conjoined and together
we meant to sustain all storms and all weather

We made love lived love and made children
had future and trust pleasures by the million
a legion and galaxy of strength and good power
a kiss a word sustenance rose passion flower

Then black holes turned our cool Universe sour
the gal spiralled plenty of lactic acid to scour
what once was gentle and free flowing friction
turned malicious malfeasant from benediction

You gallivanted away no more communication
a confused meteorite and un-curtailed corrugation
just silence and denial gall bile odorous flight
a crash with full impact lost gravitational height

I believe you’re still bitter and sour full of acid
a stream catcher of victimhood still self-centredly tacit  
misappropriated in anger delusion cantankerous vile
the stars have moved heaven and turned at the stile

My cosmos has shifted found new lover mate wife
nourishing alkaline base peaches and much better life
sweet milk grapes and ambrosia no more chaos united
joined at our hips mind and soul a new galaxy sighted

01st September 2016 Spring Day in South Africa
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Troutman Avatar
September 1, 2016 at 10:45 AM
Great write, good creativity with the title !
Neumann Avatar
September 2, 2016 at 3:16 AM
Thank you Tanis. I appreciate that.
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