Not In Ecstasy Poem by Marlon Khoza

unmasked and unmarked
and let it glint
love dwells not in ecstasy
but in jovial hearts that fling and flug
over the rear of real being
with so much to discern,
like a carol never enacted before
but always echoes a renewed tang of life
oh, what a pretty pingy wingy thing to revere
so adventurous to explore

it's hueful and
its colours know no margins
hearts so widely opened
to grip fragmented sensation
and mend the perturbed pattering maws
chops already wedged
It's warm in kind and
Its contentment spurs aching sparks
so fervid,
so pulsating and cohesive