Black Night
How sweet the memories of she who rocked my cradle
Who sang me to sleep with rhymes and riddles
In whose arms i found comfort in touch
& my naked body was so eager to clutch
She held me so tight with a gaze that enticed
& my innocence would melt the vapour of her eyes
I remember so soft was the skin of her breast
Skillful it was that i relish it taste
It fed strength to the core of bones
wisdom and wits to the shore of my tongue
The cleavage in between was a valley of peace
Comfort was the breeze curling out of its crease
When even my bite would cause her pains
The love in her heart sprinkles endorphins through her veins
Then one certain time i could no longer feed
The forbidden one had planted her seeds
It grew very wild, invaded her deeds
Made her so sick with a stigma of myth
It left her a scar passion couldnt eschar
It ate her so deep and buried sorrow underneath
O how cancer had turned her once florishing gaze to a relic of pains
Yet it couldn't cripple her love nor split the bliss apart or
Silence the melodies endeared in her heart.
.......the end.......
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