I know well, when I lost...
into which milky lair
entered my soul and lost
it's path, purpose and flair!
In sweetness, waves and froth;
in numbing chilly frost
of love that knows no wroth,
she fought, alas but lost!
Congealed my soul forgot
it's past, it's place, her mates,
her liquid heart, well wrought
up mind and telling traits!
That airy, brilliant lair
feels sultry, choky and moist
with gulping love in air
and soaking songs of thirst!
The rocks zigzag arranged
by hands unknown and strong;
sang songs with sugary twangs
so dreamy and sweet for long!
Flurrying birds in black and white
and slothful serpents clad
in golden scales that night
whispered some luscious fad.
From one blind chasm above
a star glittered a wink
and said hush hush 'This cove
a sensual shoal, ye sink! '
A life in jail so oft
becomes an addictive fare;
it's odours perfumed wafts
and walls, fetish of prayers!
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In sweetness, waves and froth life searches for beautiful path for soul. Brilliant poem is well drafted.10