Wells of shalom


I dust my sheets and yell in a yawn

From days past of a defriended 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

 a 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 in paths 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 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 peace; bringer of peace to troubled hearts and wanting souls.



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