DEAR IPOLITA (PART 1)

I see you, dear Ipolita

I know what you expect of me cannot be supported by the ancestors that created the issues of love

Love really was not an instrument of passion

Survival is the means, survival is the end

You put a note to it and you break away from these aspirations

Yes, I want to feel you as you touch me, as you go in and out

As you wrap around me like a black mamba

You strike and put your poison off my soul!

When I excrete out this pleasure, you want to hold beside me and enjoy what I see

But that is the moment when you cannot experience

When you want to contend but you cannot comprehend that which beholdeth naught

And yes! Yes, you taunt me, you bless me, you do well

I almost feel guilty, I almost feel bad

But the remembrance of your embraces is bout enough for me to keep my paces up

Yes, you tried to close the spaces between us

You did what you could do in the best of places and that is how I felt it.

TO BE CONTINUED…

SSS