End your longings
None will ever arrive
With whom to Jive
You
Compulsive liar.
Cause of my colossal
Desire.
Just this very afternoon
You said you died
A bit too early
A bit too soon.
You mean to say that
It was your corpse
“Eye” was gazing at
All this while
Unblinkingly, ceaselessly, filling a mummy
With glee.
Be informed that
You were, are and will be
Consumed
Relentlessly
With an unending thirst
That though quenched
Long refused to die
With you.
Liar.
Magic potion oozing out of your eyes
And about to burst from that shining spot
On the most luscious soft petals
With whom I have long left
Locked thorns of mine.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Your death is succulent
And divine
O Summerwine.
What a comedy of
Chance
A corpse can kiss and dance
And the one who lives
Is actually dead
For romance.
You set my passions ablaze
And ignite
My desire
You liar.
~Glow Worm~
02 December 2003
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