Monday, December 25, 2017

Once I find Cupid lying on the red, red rose,



SONNET  357
Once I find Cupid lying on the red, red rose,
I turn myself into soul and enter into her soul
I see under the button-hole lust growing grows,
Under the belly button burning mineral coal
When I search her heart I see countless lies
I see blind greed sitting alone in a dark niche
Lying there coiling like the snakes crosswise,
Looking at me considering me a blunt bitch
Entering into the mind I find a new scheme,
How to prey the new lover with pretty face,
I see ruby eyes releasing lustful beaming beam,
I see a stubborn will roaming new love to trace,

When I come out of Cupid’s soul I was not gay,
I wonder looking at my hair turning into grey