The once starved and then captived sight
Of my patched and tightly zipped up heart,
No more in hunger goes since I met my prize.
Nor in dues, desire, does seek to see or please
No other paragon of peer terrestrial purity
Or so curvy a bevy of mere artificial beauty.
For the bread and bed diet, my deity, fully
You dearly and freely tend, as duty; duly.
The elocution of the excursion of your facade
Browses and arouses me all soul, mind, body.
And authors an aura of a supreme sensual treasure;
A sunset bliss breeze of a smooching soothing pleasure,
A sacred secret succor cascading sublime serenity,
A silent shouting gesture, a salvaging sure serendipity.
Now how you quench my quest when you cast just
A look at me and yet, in that jiffy, yes you sow and harvest
A reason enough for me to stand fast in a salute seizure
And sing thee Psalmic songs— hymns; Hosanna, Hallelujah!
©Abi Maria Amaru
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