INTOXICATED PARAMOURS

Who pursues the verses of intoxicated paramours?

That adoration of icy blossoms? For a fish

and confection of fingers?

What devotion endures in feminine reveries, in a tempest

of a plane of love amidst ecstasy?

She served coffee and confections. She, beneath a cerulean

sky�"enveloped in a tempest of love. The scholars

and children laugh as the sky ruptures with rain,

where my hand rests, the scene captured

within an hourglass (a portrait of the Queen) and unsteady

eyes narrate the existence of the dominion of death.

Very well, a cottage of indulgence�"an unwieldy vessel.

It is the abyss that makes us feel akin to a Lion�"

constructed with tertiary media. Precisely to arrange the most

assorted melancholy or one that proceeds to idolize the world.

Winged knees. You possess profound love. I need not

take any action: my freedom and my cruelty. Behold the

insular art�"the inclination towards the pilgrim.

It is the love of the counterflowing,

The admired ensembles anticipate,

It is love with all its entitlements,

And the world dissipates,

In varied gradations.

Fair one, I cherish you.

:: 06.12.2023 ::