Ajiive Jay


Mysticism - Poem by Ajiive Jay

You are tying me a music
Into the mouths of your children
Who cry for their unknown dads!

Your womb, pregnant with
Blossoming rose flowers
Birthing to console us in its beauty!

You are a smiling sweet
Grown up, appearing
Angel in its baby gown!

You seduce me
To a million hapless
Little toddlers, and
You breasting them
In dreams, in brain and heart
Each with a dropp of milk
In your mystic mothering

Dearest one,
Can we go for a date?
Could we birth children?
Don't you want join
My monastery, to redeem
The lost Eden
For our ‘little parents'?


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012



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