Fair weather friend,
Thou art a beguiling trench
So deep your carvings burrow
That the gorge, like a ghost's cravenly respite,
Stares at my face every morn and night,
And I, a childless brazen woman,
Wander along the narrow path of servility
Of fear and pain,
And the nuances of passion
Has desiccated my body
To a state of apathy
That is forever succumbing
To what is known as the murderer of happiness.
Copyright © Iman Roy
WHO SHOT MY DOG?
Dedicated to my English mastiff, Zeus
Who would shoot my dog
The brindle warrior
Whose brave heart
Kept me safe
Whose eyes
Followed me in faithfulness
When tears of anguish fell
The male who had my trust
Slept beside me nightly
Alert at any strangers touch
Upon my door
The one true friend who
Never wandered from my side
What cravenly bastard shot my dog
Interlocked feelings
no room for asunder
unmasked emotions.
.................................................
A while in your arms
like inside a honey well
milky sweet yearnings.
.................................................
Full joy to the brim
thy sweet cravenly bosom
forever waiting.
.................................................
By: Charles melody, (lightning ink).
Such pretty words
You use
To describe
The intensity
Of the feelings
Inside
I would
For you
Bruise
Even bleed
For only
A moment’s
Taste of need
Pillowy
Whispered
Words of desire
Between
My thighs
Your liquid fire
Sore lips
And breast
Cravenly crushed
My body
And Cheeks
Exquisitely flushed
Love’s reflection
In the pools
Of your eyes
Brought
To completion
By my
Eternal lover’s
Sighs
Such pretty words
You use
To describe
The intensity
Of the feelings
Inside
I would
For you
Bruise
Even bleed
For only
A moment's
Taste of need
Pillowy
Whispered
Words of desire
Between
My thighs
Your liquid fire
Sore lips
And breast
Cravenly crushed
My body
And Cheeks
Exquisitely flushed
Love's reflection
In the pools
Of your eyes
Brought
To completion
By my
Eternal lover's
Sighs
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