Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
My Confession I
Would that for mercy ask?
Wherefore my life a subject,
Encapsulated in the realm of joy
Of the meeting of an unfathomable beauty.
That tracked, I’m left to create
A world of illusion and fantasy,
Whence pleasure the order of the day becomes;
Yet upholding the dignity of the being.
To behold me her beauty always,
In my bosom rests
With joy and tenderness of heart
Bringing the body and soul one, in unity of two.
Never felt so deep a passion as this; confused
Of what such coming together would be
With passions and emotions so deep that
Always and forever to perceive the scent of her beauty.
“Take thou this passion from me”, my cry
For so deep I falleth with slapdash sensation
Clamoring for a romance with that incomparable beauty
That even in the open my heart cannot fathom
What it be that pusheth the eroticism that
So tied, my strength washeth in her absence
But in her presence, I become as a cooped slave
Resting the head of my soul upon her bossom for healing
Cometh from the deep clusters of refreshed myrrh on the doors of her lips.
Reprimand me I prayed; thou refuseth.
But thou knowest how deep my heart cries, yet cherishes the desire of her
And so thou upholdeth me strong to the feeling-
That of a lucrative adventure the kisses and caresses becomes.
Why then the incursion of ethics in that terrain of joy
Built in this world of mine
With pleasures at full to derive in the sleep of caresses
Living as though there is no tomorrow with grips
Of every little occasion
For a kiss to capture.
Thou knowest my strives. For
So hard are the trials and prayers; but
Nothing to it done
And so forever together I leave it that we be
Being a consolation to my hardened heart of love
To feel such a unique touch of love interminable
In this adventurous venture
To always take my heal from the touch of her lips to live.
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