Cauldron

A pot of perplexing pleasure,
Boils and bubbles under pressure
Steaming sensual fears,
Condensing hundreds of lost tears.

The geometry of bone,
Stirred with your algebraic tone
Mixed menacingly with concern,
A dash of Mother’s tree fern.

Spoilt by rotten nightmares,
Brimming with bites of love affairs
Reflections distorted,
Ambitions and dreams thwarted.

A cube of sugar: so sweet,
Dissolved in our heartbeat.
Melting familiar names
Heating unfamiliar games.

Alas, the liquid lust is done
At first it was different, fruity and fun
Seeps into beauty and fame,
Upsetting the natural brain,
To breed and spread heartache again.

I’ve taken a sip of pain.

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