If your poisonous golden silence
is condiment for love
I need not its spice
rather leave my elephantine
appetite rummaging for a gawky,
grumpy, grubby and gaudy
but voraciously adoring Mary
Magdalene that will passionately
wash my feet with her profuse
tears, clean them with her
superfluous hair
and anoint them with a priceless
precious oil with sweet smelling
savour
If sulking is your appetizer
for love
I need not its aromatic soup
rather leave me with a haggard
peacock that will spend
eternity in pruning herself
and wearing her assorted
cosmetics before sipping me
with zest and relish like
a choice wine
If indifference is your main
dishy delicacy for love
rather give me to a boisterous
cackling hen in an ever-lit
pen that will loquaciously
share with wayfarers
her deep feeling for
me even in the wee hours
of day
If pecuniary handouts are
your dessert for love
rather dump me in a coven
with a witch that shall ditch
her nocturnal flights and forsake
her lust for innocent
blood just to please
an angel she has taken captive.
(c) Chris Jibero.2005.
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