Tale Of A Whore Poem by Adookorn Auaduma

the pale saga of numb nature --
an aged witch on street of emotion
serve me her cup of wander wine
distill in lethal pot

on the way to my grave i found
the informal way to pop off
in the bosom of a laudatory cocotte

do not hold me back with sacral words
till the battlement of lust slum in her shadow

i sing her slim body of lily,
her ivory skin
cramine lips
kiss amorous breeze and neck

her vanity solo over my dream
scale my lust on graph
of flaunt

in the mesmerism of her shade
downpour douse the flame
of hope and drown

my corpse her sea buoy!