Honey Moon Poem by Ben Banda

Hand in hand, into the sea, they plunge,
Each other, for they addressed
Ages ago, in their hearts for their fleshes
With the stranger to flee to feel.

Into deep thorns, into self-desertion,
They bleed, they die their lives,
But in their minds, bonds latch once:
Sooner prisoners to each other.

When tots-captives of forlorn-sought
To be lay in love, to be bound;
Their hearts, in each other to turn tales,
That they’d weave pages of life.

Once, as dear ones, they wooed tirelessly,
Now they toe, in final, their last times
In ties, in marriage-a stream of hot baths;
Once inured to, feels icily frozen.