There was a point when
I saw my destiny’s stare,
as I lurk out of
my murky lair;
Incredulity: Though
I feared no find
by a feline foe,
the lion in me chose
to keep its nose
close to the ground;
Stealing surly stares
from all around…
It took its time, and so did I
to see if all was fair;
Pulling off one long sniff,
my head stabbed the air;
“Bizarre…”
Sitting by the stench
of the departed so far,
fragrance strangely
did fit fine with me;
“So does the sight that
my eyes now see…”
I stand in a grass-land;
Tiny tot, measly spot
in a blanket of light,
weeds of blinding height,
pelicans in flight,
and a whole haul that
made meek my might;
A man’s fight, I did fight,
to retain my breath,
for I faced death
a second, solid time;
Waste of hard work,
without a lone perk,
I saw my life sublime;
Mere Martyr-Mime…
Committing no crime,
she had me curtsy low,
scraping the sand below,
with my Vanity denied!
“O ode to ogle-dom!
I solicit thee to show,
How thou beat thy blow,
And thy slave shalt abide…”
She drifted to my side;
A tetra-tinted streak
across sunlit space,
I felt my heart race,
craving for a graze,
ecstatic to see her seek
the front of my face;
And she left a trace!
Ashamed I felt!
Tender than any touch
that I have ever felt,
have dominatingly dealt
upon an unwilling crowd;
She lifted my shroud!
Fierier than my ire,
the flame of desire,
extinguished at ease;
by a bit of her breeze…
Cupid’s dear dove;
Loaded me with what
I luxuriously lack,
got me back on track;
I firmly resolved to love
Steadfast was my stride,
To the Queen of my
packed pride: My Bride;
Sadness swept aside…
Bedazzling bright, I cite
geysers from my heart,
words poised to part
in form of this rhyme;
In shorter than a trice,
she snapped my guise,
I still see myself sublime;
A frolicsome fizz,
In ethereal bliss,
Prancing past my prime…
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