Behold the
The eternal beauty of the
Honeysuckle
Her precious flower glistering
In the antipodean sun
Feed me
With your precious nectar
Oh honeysuckle…
The sacred loaves and fishes
Of the realm sublime
You melted
The heart of stone, one
Autumn day
Stirring insatiable lust out
Of the jaws of anger
Even the
Shooting star from the
Receding galaxy
Can’t keep pace with your
Arrow of desire
The fat cats
On the prowl; licking the
Nectar divine…
The dreamtime elixir of
Youth foretold
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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The Gentle Neophyte
16 years ago
2 comments:
Anyone who can melt a heart of stone is deserving of a gold star, peace, laughter in life, joy, and much love.
I, absolutely, agree with you, Technobabe. Thank you for your thoughts and a great sense of humour. :)))))))
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