Which Way The Wind Blows Poem by Lovita Morang

Which way the wind blows

Bludgeoning my angst; which way you wind, gain, bargain, unsupressed, I dare say it, extraordinaire utmost,
I released the rugged and masculinity charm of augus-eyed all- knowing;
Red is the colour that flows into Omniscient 's search for long marvellous innermost,
Rough-neck of untimeliness craned into rough-hewn, strewn strengths, strengthening.

Wrapped in the scented white sheet, my blood red love flowed cosmos, forked in the road,
Auspicious! Auspiosity auscult, curving out of images of outrageous dream's craving;
listen to momentous mouth muttering, leave the doors open, sinewy few unuttered word,
Efficient joyance prudes, hopes hearken bravity's longing.

Loyal to this passion fierce,
I adhere, stuck in fabled tremendous life's throbing most pure;
Ritual bathing of slitting time's tears;
A sip from cup of tsukubai, shall this lingering, living, endure.

Deep-seated in this fragrance of jasmine tea, I sip, I taste the presence of entirety's glow,
Devouring the dews, the moon flakes love marked on white lotus's serenity, now, which way the wind blow.

-Lovita J R Morang