It’s A Slow Fade

IT’S A SLOW FADE

at first, it was fast & furious

like jihadists on horseback racing to war
she raised such dust as thick as mucor
it blurred red flags
whose colour though derived from blood erupting from severed heads
radiate the brilliant colours of love

overwhelmed, you fell, like grandma’s breasts
chained hands, head, heart, & led away
captive of her desires into the strange lush of her supple arms

next, you’re compelled to lips in sync with her hips,
strange lyrics of modulating wanton ...