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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Sunday, 29 June 2014

Holy matrimony

Your eyes besiege my every thought.
Hence I write this as due testimony,
'fore the morning blessing goes away,
and leaves me with no worm in hand.

Your eyes besiege me my every thought.
My forty days of fast might be sending pay; 
ayeh, I'm head over heel so who am I to say,
yet I give not grass its glistening morning dew?
I can only believe and patiently like mantis,
prey over you like gator with jaws of love,
wide open awaiting as you're contemplating,
entry into our sanctuary of holy matrimony..

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