Vouch For

I am patently smitten With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode Its at best transient , an ephemeral indulgence , A violet on a morbid pathway The ill-fated roadside plant whose demise is lurking in the shadows. A facade ,an imaginary concept birthed out of delusion and denial Disapproval and detest permiate the dense air whenever the subject comes up The thickness ,stifling the atmosphere of any remaining residues of hope Intense apprehension carved from a litany of painful experiences But what's the essence of life if not the defiance of history? - The obliteration of barriers thought impervious?, The ******** of walls long believed to be figments of overambitious imaginations ?, The charting of venturesome trails in the perilous jungle? Don't you just love it when you see tables turn ? Isn't it a sight to cherish when the applecart gets upset? I am utterly smitten , by that penetrating ,self assured gaze -Impeccable as ever Cascading through my being like African okra in an enamel plate Fluid and engrossing The ravishing smile , aggressively addictive , which almost always succeeds in changing the climate in my spine The lips which drip unfettered mellifluousness, A song without want of both depth and sweetness Something that only such a golden soul can exude The archetype of perfection .. Like a gazelle in the Savanna plains , grace and elegance attends her gait always This is where even the most intransigent hearts , are rendered malleable and ductile And utter patency becomes the heart's portion