christendom

I was no king

when I made you queen

and the courts of Christendom

were outraged

when the damsels and jesters

and the learned is flattered

the bishop and knights

went on the defensive

.

I was no king

when I made you queen

and the courts of Christendom

went berserk

when God and spirit

and the sky is flattered

they stopped us

at the drawbridge..

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I can’t hold it

I watched that dew

streaming off the leaf

onto my fingertip

.

I watched that dew

streaming off my fingertip

into the pond

.

it fascinates me

to watch it drip

as its ripple sparkles the water

.

but I can’t hold it..

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deadlock

I find it strange

that you requite missing me

with mingling

that you equate concern

with intrusion of trust

.

I really don’t know

.

I find it strange

because I requite missing me

with solitude

and I equate concern

with unwavering devotion

.

I really don’t know

.

I find it strange

that we are in a deadlock

but solitude strays some minds

the same way that

mingling strays some hearts

.

I really don’t know..

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sausage symphony

I orchestrated

a wily sausage symphony

overturing with baton in hand

flicking and mimicking

the conductor

with stark passion

at times salivating to

smother the heatwave

whilst you lay back

culminating candidly

over the extended version

of my hard copy

feeling the crescendo

towards the finale

shuddering uncontrollably

over my masterly direction

till peace

finally gave you in..

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