(92) Me thought we played a stealthy game.

Me thought we played a stealthy game.

Me thought we played a stealthy game,
Cupid’s arrows strong and straight forward,
did I say Cupid or, infatuation shall we call?
flesh for flesh, kiss for kiss, during daylight
hide and seek within four walls, like the petals
fallen till our ego satisfied, till passion saturated,
she gave me cups and cups of poison in insinuations,
mixed with the mix of love for a motive,
our nocturnal bliss full of actions and actions replay,
midnight adventure maddened and blindfolded,
hooked into a mirage of vainglory,
construed God as callous, concupiscent,
cuts the phone, severed my ties with family,
concubine lascivious on my lap,
bit every inch of my flesh,
as she bit my ears with undeserving ambitions ,
drought set in and thirst doubled,
shame in a land of God’s plenty,
drought and heat scorched mankind,
some in a mood of clairvoyance predicted,
seasons failed rightfully when sins doubled,
mankind’s heart parched with aridity,
drinking water purchased, the wells studded
with black stones, the dried land
became a sinned mound: sleepless , tainted
nights haunting us. Our mutual lips
muttering each other’s names in disturbed
Nightmares betrayed our histrionic colours.