Poetry

1. WHAT I WAS UNCONQUERABLY SURE ABOUT
What tomorrow would bring for me in its exhilaratingly blissful winds; I didn’t care;
nor did have even the tiniest of longing to know,
But what I was unconquerably sure about was that; each ingredient of my emaciated
eye ardently wanted towitness your divinely silhouette this very moment; without the
slightest of hindrance in between and the recital of NO .
What tomorrow would bring for me in its graciously bountiful lap; I didn’t care; nor
did have even the most diminutive of longing to know,
But what I was unassailably sure about was that; each droplet of my trembling blood
fervently wanted to blend with your philanthropically handsome goodness this very
moment; without the slightest of impediments in between and the recital of NO .
What tomorrow would bring for me in its ingratiatingly inexplicable horizons; I didn’t
care; nor did have even the most parsimonious of longing to know,
But what I was unfathomably sure about was that; each line of my impoverished
palm insatiably wanted to entwine with your majestically unfurling life this very
moment; without the slightest of darkness in between and the recital of NO .
What tomorrow would bring for me in its royally resplendent swirl; I didn’t care; nor
did have even the most mercurial of longing to know,
But what I was invincibly sure about was that; each cracked contour of my lips
triumphantly wanted to intermingle with your sensuously iridescent senses this very
moment; without the slightest of morass in between and the recital of NO .
What tomorrow would bring for me in its enigmatically philandering breath; I didn’t
care; nor did have even the most remote longing to know,
But what I was boundlessly sure about was that; each vein of my abysmally faltering
legs zanily wanted to coalesce with your benevolently humanitarian stride this very
moment; without the slightest of duress in between and the recital of NO .
What tomorrow would bring for me in its celestially vibrant fabric; I didn’t care; nor
did have even the most oblivious longing to know,
But what I was indefatigably sure about was that; each chord of my preposterously
scorched throat tumultuously wanted to slaver your Samaritan sweetness this very
moment; without the slightest of treachery in between and the recital of NO .
What tomorrow would bring for me in its vividly coruscated dawn; I didn’t care; nor
did have even the most cloistered of longing to know,
But what I was impregnably sure about was that; each miserably bereaved bone of
mine unrelentingly wanted the compassionate caress of your magical palms this
very moment; without the slightest of embroilment in between and the recital of
NO .

2. What tomorrow would bring for me in its spell bindingly enamoring resplendence; I
didn’t care; nor did have even the most insipid of longing to know,
But what I was limitlessly sure about was that; each sordidly estranged pore of my
flesh perennially wanted to bond with your rhapsodic melody this very moment;
without the slightest of bedlam in between and the recital of NO .
What tomorrow would bring for me in its enchantingly fragrant corridor; I didn’t
care; nor did have even the most infidel of longing to know,
But what I was fathomlessly sure about was that; each devastatingly diminishing
breath of mine perpetually wanted to entwine with your altruistically fearless
life this very moment; without the slightest of inhibition in between and the recital of
NO .
And what tomorrow would bring for me in its redolently euphoric wave; I didn’t
care; nor did have even the most ephemeral of longing to know,
But what I was supremely sure about was that; each beat of my gratuitously feckless
heart immortally wanted to entrench with your love this very moment; without the
slightest of hesitation in between and the recital of NO .