To My Love Part 2 Tbc

How offensive that must’ve felt! I’m seated after having said this in bewailment like an ox Not thinking of the grandeur but of her buttocks Gloriously, as an ambler, I lift the embargo on this thought Not letting myself to be aghast at the sight of it but almost orgiastic Don’t judge, don’t jump the gun, as it is all onomastic! Stop sucking on this life’s debris like Cleopatra while tormenting her men It just happened that I disrupted my benevolence, infuriated Like a militant tumour that marches through a brain engaged in flagellate Like a Parisian who did not have time to enjoy his glass of wine When an image of Darwinian-Judeo-Christianity arose as a subset of sexuality! Or, to be frank, as the moment I exude the last drop of piety before my Harlot. Whatever it takes, and as degenerative as any revolution Or as imaginative as any repressive fiction of elementary metaphors Whatever it takes, in this character of aggression Even if you consult your palmistry experiences cloaked in panic and objection As peremptory as it may sound, this isn’t a sonnet of subsequent lucidity, But an ode to a virago of the Amazonian substance and the Socratesian integrity. I am not going to abort anything that may appal nor will I Strain at a gnat and swallow a camel! Oh, my Command-Dante, here I come, Interwoven in the postures of the nudity seen in Medici Chapel Inflexible as Colossus, said I gruffly while holding a horn Almost with this mercurial temperament that creates a moon man Exuberant in the moments of severe solitude Supported and loved perhaps only by a claque of virtual entities That never existed but were a part of an imaginative huffiness, Trumpian like! Give me the Tardis and without a sign of hesitation I will pick Hellenic Egypt To be able to hedonistically squander every natural law, Bright or bleak in an image of a modern freak. I often feel that my life was raped by a not so courteous, not so kind circumstance. (to be continued...)