EXERCISE ON COUPLETS…
CANDLE-STAND, PREACH & MAP
the deep sensation that holds me under
desires nothing but digestive ambitions? I wonder
lone-made with a light-skin, the smell of pomade
feelings are not exotic; my love for you is home-made.
kids, I loved going to school
looked forward to Ms. Monica’s backside.
epitome of pre-electrical perception
candle stand tells the story of my nightly conceptions.
word “anger” is a letter short of “danger”,
a letter more to “reach”.
I’m lost like life’s scalar quantity of energy with no direction
map but not a compass to point.
suppresses a man’s creativity
calm, teases his serendipity.
in variants of texture and shades
grades are both domestic and home-made.
farce and pantomime
thoughts like the finest wine.
applaud the transient candle,
ignoring the stand’s firm handle.
throat, into my belly, he strives to reach
words of inches deep, could hardly go beyond my lips
brilliant eyes guided my heart to anchor in your love
savouring and swaying when two hearts fit like a glove.
title is bon appétit.
cinnamon, garlic, seasoning and seed
question unfamiliarly, a little boy’s greed.
the letters, like A B C
D, but just before E.
sick to my weary gland
dim, you hold my light like a candle-stand.
can’t often use words as much to curse in a church when I think
Lord’s house, you write with a golden pen so no need for ink.
use me more to chart a course
over, scripts are taken, including my pulse.