Fragile Passions Poem by Achilles Mauko

Shattered flings, scissored down
Into sharp fragments of broken glass,
Feelings of betrayed, stabbed soul:
Bleeding flower, laughing flies,
Willow wounds, shadows of forsaken love

Captured soul, trousered heart
Hemned in prison of virtual bars
Alas, what horrible fate! Beset
Than that of Romeo and Juliet,
Lost to poison and the blade
And to dust by the valiant Achilles

And as every flower lover knows,
Mortal hearts, are, fragile blooms
Shadows walled against shadows,
Flings only anchored to the wind:
Oh, my lucky naked mind
Feet west should the wind pitch east
And feel the kiss beneath the skin

Endymion, you
Who sunk into the abyss of a goddess:
Wake from your blissful, pleasurable slumber,
And I pray you tell me, the secret
Of the cave of wonders
That houses the immortal soul, for
I crave to kiss the wizards sleeve of a goddess
Against the chasm doom of mortals.