Ended Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Stanley found Tasha on the days of empty nights that she could no longer endure.

Abandoned from tranquil ways of love she was consumed with life.

Tasha lived an inclusive life of complacency that caused walls to furnish her walk.

Stanley used words of sweet honey dripping from his lips to enthrone her mind.

Tasha's island of loneliness erupted with his whirlpools of pleasures.

Sifting through her desires Stanley engraved her perilous times of aftershocks with gifts of deceit.

Tasha excavated her emotions of lifelessness with every touch of his words.

Terror uncovered the nights of pleasures when he unveiled his domestic coffin of love.

The anthropology of Tasha's love was hidden away in the geological assets of her curves.

Stanley exhumed her flesh with his artifacts of instruments of fertile naturalizations.

Her euphoria of freedom is now his graves of hostile eyes that betrayed her.

His showcase of love is a mirage of oasis that her soul was deceived of.

Stanley's love confiscated her life with his abuse of Palm Sunday worship.

Tasha ended her life with an epistle stating his love consumed me to death.

Written by Theodore Mosley

December 19,2018