Wamathai
This love lusts lies that last
Highs and lows, straight lines and circles
Induced infatuation brought into inception
This demonic divinity defining this union
After tear wells run dry like the Sahara
Comes secret rendezvous to run out the mascara
Frowns fitting foes face this fiend, once one’s friend
Yet smiles simulate the simple symmetry of suffering and simmering joy
The candour, coy, complimenting calculated casuality
In the midst of a raging storm, the serenity shows no mercy to the cruelty of it all
Quiet ululation caused by unending ulcers of umpteenth arguments
Interrupted! though briefly,, by immense calm
In all this lies her beautiful distraction to this
Oh so Beautiful Destruction
© le cleric