Your abundance tastes like mangoes
allows the awe of allusions’ light
form the salts of oleaginous metaphors
from the look of your distant gaze
like a casual glance of a gazelle now
before the pride as they stalk their prey,
who would have known such passion
thrown to the winds of a simple
notion, can cast the spell of a shadow?
caught in the alchemy of your presence
I slip dawn’s love carefully across your lips
© Thespian Drummer
