The Conspiracy Poem by Ajiive Jay

When you've finished your party,
Emptied your wine and beer,
The dance floor for us ready.
Let's hear in a candle's light,
Whisper of your bangles,
War of warm breaths,
Conspiracy of hushing mouths!
And a few ice crystals to-
Speak of politics, Christ and Gandhi,
Fashion, film and your literature class,
Turn ons and offs,
About your pregnancy!
Fear of aborted foetus,
Oil spill and nuke-fears,
Then a Schizo-laughter!
Few more ice cubes...a fresh flower to smell,
Let's chew a verse of Solomon-
'My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh...
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna...'
The party is on, the Conspiracy is on!