Left in the cold

January '96 (for Bimpe)

A tearing soul
Severed from mother world
Painful, yet, a part so familiar
Heartless, helpless counterpart
Of seven miles stones abruptly paired
In seven ticks

A heart longs, longing the affluence in the mist of haven't
On the mount top, he dot stand
cooing the world,
His struck heart of cupid arrow
the living wound

Begone oh! wild beast of forgoten soul
She doth, left at prime when harvest due
The land for culture
Him, a lost heart, woe unto love
Thy exposure bringeth bitterjoy
a sour pill of anopheles victim shivering of
Cold from Cu[id of everest
A struck arrow, dagger stuck, sword pierce
Away thy forshaken parts
Wish thy part never cross
Queen of stolen heart

Stony black, lumpsum lips
yet does he call her enigma
mourning sunflower
Cream flesh, stout leg
A sunken heart, aloof among peers
Her Universe she reigneth
An he though dream her rule
Nay the horsepower knelt by the foot of amazon
she doth left, breathless, heartless
Single soul of his world
Escaping with forgiveness.