Beggar Of Love Poem by Rita Pal

Twisted lusted passionate desire
Love be it betrayal
Love be it sacrifice
Love be it death
Love brushed in concepts
Snake rosed, wined, dined
Angel dusted fairyland
Ecstasy fruited
In closed doored whispers
To beckon midsummer dreams
Of sweet floral caresses
In the bewitching dawns mist

Incoherent, incomprehensible
Infatuated, in-congruent
Calculating logic seek to wonder
In hunger of reasons
To scour like the unfed rat
To seek worlds in minds
Of the powerless unrequited
In slumber by the hemlocks hand
Lies the beggar of love