WAITED IN VAIN

You came in an angelic frame,                                                                             

Set this soul aflame,

Your lipstick echoed my name,

Set me on cause like a game,

love you made girdle my aim,
and my antelope of philandering I maimed
,
In my portrait of love you stood carved with the strings of my sinews and veins,
Keeping the memory of you in me as its only celebrity of fame

I willed your personality as the emblazoned character on the epitaph visible on my grave.

This heart meandering your ludus of flesh and fantasies grew and trained. 

Even in winters, 
The memories of your touch like an ivorian leaf never withers,

Now I stink like a prisoner in jail, 

The agony of the never flowing water in pail,

Separated from the romance of the seas and oceans in Niger
And their tumultuous sound during foreplay in wales.

This nimble heart pumps sick and frail
For this news of your broad laps aired by Jane;

Your amorous engagements freighted in human planes. 

The ashes of your love shall be buried in caves of restless pains 
Instituted in spain

In the mirage of love so pure and sane

I waited all in vain.



@PHILO BABA.