Three Lovers

Three lovers: by Trinity Chasara 14/3/14 I followed two bliss-drunk lovers Down a country path Through flitting shadow The great void of silence Soothing sweet waves of moonlight Just to be close to the warmth That did freely flow gently Over gentle lips and flaming touches Munificent creatures in the best entwine of desire ‘My beautiful lover,’ I heard him say With voice tainted with faux of charm And the hues of love did spread on her cheeks Like the beauteous designs of butterflies That in memory’s cathedral yawned litanies Sprawled over random hypnotic motions I looked and looked and drank the sight Two blossoms warbling flatteringly Over a dreamy delight But like birds they did see the stranger And flew away in flutter Down the clustered weeds Of a surreptitious quest