Poezja

And again surfaced that smirk
Glinting ever so alluringly in my wake
Kindling an effigy of suspense

Amidst the faces that evening
With the minutes I dissolved
As classic fairness advanced
Forsaken was I to saturate within carnality


Could such a reason exist
For such monumental idolatry?
Could such possibilities exist
For the sake of emasculating warriors?