Another Name
If I summon your name
will you heed my cry to you?
If I Plea in distress
will you embrace me?
Will you be here in the morning
when all else is bleached
from the night before?
If this fantasy were more
than muted black and white,
I would have you here by my side.
Another name for sadistic drifting
is but a rose in a wilted garden.
A thorn on the side
of victimized soul
that makes babe cry till morning aerial.
It’s summertime
and I am here
hibernating without you.
Would but your words be gospel
and I could stroke your body
with the hands of a seasoned lover?
I would not shelter from you
not the truth of skins.
But brittle bones
that once held youth
with a civilized crimson
rose.
Another name is sacrilegious enchantment
of imps flirting in the garden path.
Naked thighs clashing with bare bottoms
and the hands of youth savouring erotic matters.
I laughed than in euphoria my friend
but you tapered as the light
arouses sister moon
and we transgress
in different paths.
Another name
in another place
you was mine
in the garden of seasons.
I smiled sadly and raised my hands
to my lips to kiss you a farewell
before I slumber
and fantasize
once more of you.
