I dust my sheets and yell a yawn

From days past of a dis-friended art

But now she must kiss my ink and I must stain her sheets again

With words of love inclined to beautiful petals of red and white

Both roses of love and want, desires from the purest of heart

Cravings unanticipated, precipitated by a flicker of passionate conversation

Irene a French goddess of serenity passed by the streets of gold

A deity, half human, half god, in the most unassuming lure

Bearing vessels of brown gold with peace bites and offerings

As she swayed across my path of gold, droplets of tears from yesteryears

Left prints of desire and crushes as tattoos upon a heart, willing and noble

The prince was stupefied by the gentle and subtle kindles of mirthful cheer

This beauty in a reverie was nothing comparable to paradise!

Most profoundly after pledges of friendship sounded in corroborative assertions

In those days when shadows lurked in the valley of my solitude

When warmth was scared of cold, when paucity was king over the prince

She brought him the most tasteful venison of love

Can friends stay forever? Can desire wait for passion?

Amidst this blissful fantasy are cautions within the confines of the KING’S command

These rules of fraternity must be kept like goads that keep poking the thighs

To hearts broken and longing, to lovers wishing and calling

She is but nigh and soon swiftly comes

For the most beautiful arts are painted by those in love with roses

Males or females seeking only affections by the KING’s rule

I wish u Irene; I wish you a bringer of peace to troubled hearts and wanting souls

In this tangle is another, fairer and purer,

Leaving subtle muses of infatuations on my lustful eyes

Then I find that peace and wealth would merge to save the world of this prince

How can two goddesses rule the world of nobles, grace the heart of the same kings?

Well it is said that where peace abides wealth endures…

I shall find peace and wealth within my walls


image source; Google images


One thought on “CISTERNS OF PEACE

  1. Wooow,Jay…that was soooo deep and rich in every way. You’re good in what you do. Keep it up,dear… I can’t wait to meet this Irene gal…(Smile and wink). Hugs and more hugs,dear…

    That! Puts the P in poem.

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