reading her lips is ecstasy for she is
but a mug of romance
beyond this faceless crowd
amidst the din of people
lies the comfort of my solitude
the reason for my literary curiosity
beyond this wall of endless tyranny
lies the pastures of my freedom
the feather to my wings
and flight to my words
beyond this wail of loneliness
lies the warmth of my companion
i cant resist her vapors
as she fumes and calls me..seeking her company
beyond this face of my innocence
lies the reason for the rage of my poems
for she transforms me into a warrior
arming me with words
laced with bows,arrows,spears n cannons
beyond this macabre dance of lies
lies the honesty of her aroma
for she gives ointment to my wounds
and stalks me with her fumes
beyond this enemy lines
and i seek solace in her simmering chest
for she is..my dear ' woman '
' my boiling cup of tea ' ;) :)
