THE LIONS DEN

( DRUMBEAT)

Of thou do I speak... such a poignantly tasty treat.

Would that I could taste of thee.

Could that I would drink of thy nectar. 

And here you are dancing all across my synapses.

So succinctly doth thy flutter in mine subconscious. 

Thy dance so mesmerizing.

I a poet suspended standing magnified in the darkness of thine light.

Heartbeats away from fascination to realization in the comfort of thine arms.

A whisper, nay my queen a sigh into the cosmos.

I bound in a quagmire as mine mind spirals                                                   to                                           the                                                surface                                     of                                            our                                                 planets.

I so lost in these thoughts of thee wouldeth digress thus satisfied.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY