FIRE OF MOODS

  in your eyes are the waves of a sunless sea, that my imagination runs out of pictures to process. your voice is a sacred sermon to my ears, it is engraved on the stones of my heart. your breasts are in my dreams every night, it is a spell I have learnt to enjoy. the floor of your belly is as smooth as pebbles, I would rather lay on them than on glowing gold. your lips are where I hope to spend eternity, they are the reason I breathe. disbelief me not when I say I know magic, f for she has charmed me and ran my brooks, magic to me has a name, and I know her to be Love! 💕 #El_Magnifico™ [[Published on Cultural Reverence Magazine ]]

  I found for me a friend, And hoped I found me joy, But what he did intend, Was hidden in his coy. I felt his love and care, And those pretended trust, I thought this gem was rare, I never knew it cursed. A tool who came to spy, To bring unto me woe, A setup and a wile, Who stung more than a foe. He stripped me to my pants, And clipped my only wings, He left my soul with chants, Of sorrow on sad strings. This friend is a hot coal, I wished he was unborn, He was the very mole, Who made my love forlorn. He stole my pretty wife, And set her for his friend, He stole my lovely life, And brought it to an end. #El_Magnifico™ [[Culled from "BPPC's Chapbook: FRIENDSHIP"]]