Deliriums of Love


Dedicated to my poet friend Iffat G. Shirazi:

Her charms and beauty, soft
lure me towards
an abyss of insanity
like a mellow afternoon, sweet
lures the weary mind
to become nostalgic
and reminisce,
almost drooling over
the hazy past, half forgotten
and the other half too distorted,
still thoroughly ingrained,
like a blathering lunatic.

Her odor afloat in the air
urge my senses
to grasp it for dear life
like the floating debris
grasped by the drowning men,
shipwrecked on an ocean,
too vast and wide
for the sake of their life,
too often at the cost
of sacred humanity.

Her sparkling eyes
and the sharp contours of her face,
the rich coffee of her skin
and her lush, scarlet lips
yield a storm too violent, within
like a wild hurricane above
the warm current
upon the surface of a sea.

Around her my senses
become small and…

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Courtney M. Wendleton

I'm an author with an associate's in psychology. Interested in a lot of different things, and love controversy. The more controversial the better, but that's not all I'm interested in. Can be a bit confusing at times, but that's normal!

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