Take me with your golden hands
Thrust me into the immortal furnace of your eyes
Hand in hand, let’s drown into the wilderness,
For every second, I see pale hull in the mirror;
My hair that flared is dull; the skin that fired the dark, is flabby.
Daily, the curtain is drawn nearer, I hallucinate childhood,
A time when with friends, we scouted for hairs, yearned to youth, to mount the wheel.
But today, here they are, hairs everywhere, oppressive, mousy;
My chin, divorcing the bold-face; my skin, wrinkling.
Eugene, take me into your warm arms
Wrap my defoliating skin, grease my throbbing heart
They’re tearing apart, plunged into ice that never melts.
Take me in, for the heat encysting me is baneful
It matures daily, creepy.
Eugene, take me to the summit
Where I can court the pain of living and accost aging.
MY DEAR ENCHANTED BLISS:
My Dear enchanted bliss
In the luster of your enclave I slumber
The divinity of my soul is throbbed
In your glorified and lucid eyes
My gently soul is amazed
Your beauty is purified
My Dear enchanted bliss
In my heart was a joyous agitation
A provocation of a desire within me
When I saw you in the day that was destined
Your warmth and smiles was a kind hand on my cold soul
My Dear enchanted bliss
I solemnly yearned for our blessed and eternal union
In the land afar, I dream.
From: Koromah(LOL).
I guess you may know me. I will remain invincible. I will be sending my poems henceforth on the theme of the poems you will be publishing. Thanks.
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