Aridasthenia...
I am here just by your side,
Flow of love and untold words,
Silence itself is told died :
Hope is gone in moaning fjords...
But no more tilt at windmills,
Moving on to fertile strand,
I let you feed off your frills :
Yet sold is our Holy Land...
Just milk-feeding your Ego,
So that your breasts have dried up,
Your skin tone turned into woe :
Thus God has blurred your make-up...
No matter what you have been :
Make-believe love, dirt-cheap whore...
But childless lifetime of spleen,
Is, now, your unborn eyesore...
Henceforth, Truth is on display...
While, free and love seeds-bearing,
I will, in a sweet doorway,
Spread God's gift into offspring...
Adessias, Narcisse Aria,
And, I, in any else life,
Will crush on melancholia,
Rather than once make you wife...
Tenebrio (C), September 01, 2016 at 10: 32 P.M. .
