On display, million dollar vessel in canal's sunk tide
Tucked away, among mangrove mud clotted denial
Puce pearl oily oyster tender is tenebrous, enduring
Glorified twilit stygian tomb stratum, fruit forbidden
Subtly shell punctured soluble beach, myriad shards
Enigmatic still with wetness' enhance, violet invites
Transferral from rigorous guard to transfixed vouyer
Probing unknown, chin agitated by revelation's rush
Patron wary of sandbar swayed by his colossal wake
Thaumaturge paramour aperture, a mollusc's burrow
Gasp, splutter, passage - sanctum, envelop and cove
Obstinate bow, depth sounding judge of her operandi
Taste bud enticement taramasalata melt into biscuit
Stalwart Steersman, sweet repertoire most romantic
Whale taming fables embrocate mute hearts smooth
Pourboire urges matinee performance, raised salutes
Second March
- set sail on money seas -
Reconcile from reality, - enjoyable voyage!
Why do those lips
moisten my own - years on?
That labial goodbye, with its embrocate
of memory
returns as a tangible ghost.
A time-traveling incubi latches upon my mind again.
A hummingbirds sip,
a recoil of sensory jack-hammers.
Today, words are meaningless,
lips remain pursed to that goodbye moment.
I did not know it was the end back then, but
it is perfectly clear now -
I am over it.
Why do your softly placed lips on my cheek,
pet and tickle so many years later?
If we had made love on the ground
at that very moment,
I might not even feel it now,
but your lightly brushing lips
and those goodbye words,
are still skintight to my memory.
You tagged me with
an inter-cellular message,
and it left me
with this pile-driving silence.
Grey stubble tingles.
I can still hear you walking up to me,
then walking away, and in-between
there is that lightly applied embrocate of lipstick,
still burning its way to my bones.
Impulsive to a thunderclap jumped to end of life,
Countermanded, God sent him to my rescue,
Groping to survive with cinder in my zest,
Encumbered grief to enrapture, His genial ways to
embrocate,
Trenchant, I could ideate various hues of His
cosmos,
My voyage had not reached terminus as I lionise,
Eternal he vacilitates,conceive you may or may
not,
Have felt Him aboard each time in trouble,
How true that God bursts everywhere!!
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