The picnic at december end
The mob in the party
Restively chanting to God
For their healthy mortal
existence
Tick tuck tick the tickling clock
The expected desire reached
Happy new year choruses
Roaring among the mob to the
air
Hisses from the mouths of
lovers
Warmth in the cold
From hugs
Clitterings in the air from
knockout
Boom bang from a missileous
knockout
Overwhelmed the varieties
The melancholic tune changes
From the fire ablazing
darts of cupid fly invisibly
their target
a palpitating heart unchecked vulnerable
the arrows pierce the fleshy heart
setting it into rhythmic pain of intimacy
there the victim restively unsure go astir
yearning-dream-thinking
urge-needing-urge-missing
while the assailant watch indifferently
while the captive he locks in his heart
falsely he smiles to cheer cupid into further action
arrows fly arrows dart
the victim scowl and snarl in ecstasy
like an iron bar hot red from furnace fire
It glows dangerously but only to reshaped anew
the anvil of dedication fears no warmth
eyes front, love stares on in languid movement
towards the entrance of jest
Passion and romance enter hand in hand
while at peace with angels
then music of captivity blares on
in a solitary mind
chants of love pain & passionate agony
command the captive souls now chained-twined safe
lovers lives are lost into sublimity of the velvet moon
down the path all full of eyes
eyes full of admiration watch one with the victory Patton
the favorite one of fate
filled with floating feelings