To bond, to fuse them.
Whence,
The lovemonger, the nuncio of Cupid,
The betwixter,
Finds his joy corpulent,
In untying their Gordian knots!
Once,
In a white dishonesty
Wishful of an honest contingent,
I felt gratified
Besmirching a little more
My fully saturated blotter.
Lambert
(24/09/1992)
** Dedicated to Putera & Farah – St. Thomas, Kuantan 1992 **
This poem was penned towards the end of my practicum days at Sekolah Rendah St. Thomas, Kuantan. Here's thinking of my flatmates; Sivakumar, Putera and Tee Meng Eong. Salad days were they then eh, Mates? We should get together some time!
2 comments:
The Cheshire Cat that smirks
Is my Mad Hatter in disguise
But the golden Gordion was with no lies
And the lovemonger's spell lingers well
Whilst the hums of cupids echoes daily
Makes Alice wonder really..
How strong more?
How long more?
How far more...
Till the bodies split while the souls weep
Still us love will rot and sore
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