Romantic Love

A sweet malady.
A sick melody.
That defies medication.
A moronic malaise,
That is too stubborn.
Some sweet surrender.
Some regrets.
Blindness does not even begin,
To describe this blissful ignorance.
Castles in the air,
Abounds in this part of the world.
Shimmering mirages in a love’s desert, is what a stupid heart gets all the time.
Make believe, cheats an unfortunate sentiment again.
Same story, in a different time.
Same lame love, out to tame same lame heart.
When darkness is gone,
And the wine is done,
And the music is dead,
Then reality reveals herself.
The prince is gone.
The princess is gone.
Only lonely memories lingers on,
To be scrolled on to some sad memoir.
Ah. Romantic love.

© Ayoub Mzee 2012

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An Acquaintance!

A sly smile,
Callously thrown across the dark room,
Mixing effortlessly with the smoke’s plumes,
Finds it’s mark and lands on my eager face,
Choking out the breath with insincere doubts.
What an acquaintance!

The belle dances her way slowly across the house of sin,
And glides smoothly besides I,
Suffocating me with her musky perfume,
Creating a momentarily delirious delight in my stupid psyche.
Her firm but soft mounds cajole my chest for naughtiness.
I’m too willing.
I’m an acquaintance!

In a husky voice, she whispers like a soft viper
“Can we dance” It is more or less like a statement.
The wine in me readily agrees.
The little piety in me defies weakly,
I’m at cross roads.
Like a zombie she leads me to the dance floor,
Wiggling her hearty posterior with an obvious intent.
Like a zombie, I’m hooked, hook and sinker,
With beautiful guile and a lost muse,
I’m acquainted!

She holds I close to her bosom,
Blossoming hot desire in return, brewed in a witch’s pot.
I’m lost. I float aimlessly on air, my weak knees refusing to support this humour.
She’s libertine, I’m allowed access to all vaults,
Pillaging with greed and glee, while hiding in darkness.
Soon the number is over and we sit down,
The two night’s acquaintances!

Over endless bottles of wines,
We talk and share, intimate affairs,
Illicit longings and demurred wishes.
Crazed thoughts we share over a stick of a dead cigar.
Deranged desires we muster over empty bottles of old wine.
Strangely, we’re sedated and half fulfilled with unquenchable need.
Soon, the night is over.
My acquaintance goes.

She melts into the thinning night like a morning’s mist plumes,
She puts on her jacket and jumps into the waiting taxi,
And together they’re soon swallowed by the dark dawn.
I check my wallet. It is intact. So is everything.
What has she taken from me?
But I’m very sure that some part of me has been stolen…….
But don’t know which part has been stolen by the night’s acquaintance!

© copyright 2010 Ayoub Mzee