Moez Ben Meftah

Eves Of Halves

Eves of Halves

Eves of halves
Eves of rivals
uneven spheres
Of young calves
Who drives who
And all wives
are poles apart
hives of snares
nestling in hives
A full whole all in all
gowned in a dress
alas that hot built
is but blue archives

The silky juicy flower
there thrives
The more you approach
the charm of her mind
The more your iris
down below dives
Fierce battles over
bottles and bottoms
And unhealthyhaves
trade with wealthy haves
trafficking nikabe hares
Bald everywhere
Bodies of no hairs
You could hear the
gory whim rattles
The folks of thobes
black os and robes
Are but cattles
hooked on kettles
reigning over brittle cattles

You know not
The tender
lamb-like labia is
sharper than their knives
And all cells of cognition flee
As epileptic quiver arrives
Miss veiled villain
took to a tablet viber
opposite to her
is a stout embiber

'Mum to be happy
Here is just in cyber
I till to tell you my will
Save me mum
this world is ill
These tribes just drill
Their earth is still still
And money we get is nill
How sweet to retrieve thee
Mum and trace you
By my quill

Eves of halves
Eves of rivals
Eves as eaves
The blond face
of Mss Zizzy is veiled
In a dark Kaaba
And the curvy south
blasphemes in jeans
Invisible beams trenscend
yet not grand as lolitta seems

Eaves of halves
Eaves of rivals
That head that may
implore Allah is sublime
Yet zipped captions
on curvy triangles read
'come to me sometime'
A head that doesn't rime
with the epicenter
of Telimsani Rime

Moez Ben Meftah

Topic(s) of this poem: love and dreams

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2016

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