Two extremities of emotion
one is passion
another obsession…
both end up in disaster
of those who live
in infatuation
utterly consumed...

know the difference
between love,
thirst and thrust
the ultimatum of any union…
ardent love

an extreme desire
of a complex communion
an imagination
of final orgasm
as an ultimate culmination…

what then of obsession
tis psychotic in condition
absolutely mental
an aberration of mind
desire, thought and action…

Beautiful expression as always
it's a delight to read
your creative imagination
through poetic version

one worthy of consumption…
like a pure glass of red wine …
in cut glasses crystal fine
add, savor to the flavor
like poetry does
yours….

When I spent time with me dad,
I tell no fibs, this is what I had!
On day one, he gave me on a plate
A chicken salad “out of date”.

It’s the truth! I tell no lies,
I tried to conceal my bulging eyes
when he presented me with this grub,
slopped out of a hot sweaty tub.

I tried to suppress a yuck!
upon seeing the mountain of muck.
“eat up”, he said, with a toothless grin
“come on, now, it’s time to tuck in”.

That corona garland, worn by few
May be piously brandished by the chosen,

Who by human sleight, in distance gone,
Tried to impress an angry god, with
Good deeds done.

Years have passed, and those left to
Burnish halos above the pews

Grow mute, and faint, inside
The stone façade, outside a fattening Sun,
Bakes the sandstone enclave hard.

The brocade of landscape, drying to brown,
Is burning beyond those sainted gates,