Don't Immortalized This Love Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Don't Immortalized This Love

Don'timmortalized this love,
A flowers can be draped
dropped from the petals of purity and becomes the trodden grounds of many a strangers,

Her voices were traps
like the moans from the women youmade love to
In their sex lairs,

And her arms claspes of octopus tentacles,
Hard as a nipples of the great promises,
and a body for soft devouring,

And as a man you are entrapped
In her spider web of intriguing plots betweenmercy and heavens praise,

Only to arise with a distaste in your mouth,
as you took the last breath of
inhaled vapors,

And you find a definitive disgusts
with yourselfafterwards,
and staggers out of the room,
empty handed

Empty baptism
of the unholy fire,

There were no paradisebut the sullied trodden familiar ground,