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INTRODUCTION:

Narrator:

There they lay

upon hot steaming hay.

 

In a barn

nestling comfortable

on a secret small farm,

tangled in dripping wet silken yarn.

 

Covered with a stained

virgin Egyptian cotton veil.

Hidden from view

amongst the covert marching woods.

 

Where two Wolfs jump over a brook

of unforgivable forbidden sins.

 

Like two articulated ballerinas

floating on puffs of wind,

one white and another black.

 

With a very tiny water fall

whispering sweet love songs through the air,

serenading the coming full moon

wrapping up safe in a love embrace

in a deep dark blanket in a heavenly place.

 

Two lone frolicking boogie bears

are on the move

one polar and one black.

 

Just below the tiny water falls

there is an oval pond

that change into a rivulet

with crystal clear silent waters

some call “The Mirror of Life’s Reflections.”

 

At the throw of a stone of providence

into the the centre of the liquid pages,

causing a ripple on the surface of the vanity.

 

The propagating rings

progress outwards

from the middle of the same pool.

 

The vision paces onward

to where you can look

gazing into the mirror of life’s journeys

at your own reflections.

 

You read the flashing history

of your own soul

like an open book with ancient runes.

 

Passing through the waves of written pages

like a fast running stream

racing through the ages.

 

Not too far

from a small beaver pond,

and a slow flowing creek,

 

far away from the white gown freaks

with empty cone-heads

below lynching peeks.

 

In this magical forgotten refuge

where birds sing  love lullabies,

and eagles perform there

choreographed dance in the sky.

 

Where two foxes dance and prance

performing acrobatics in cool blowing breeze,

one Artic and one Black.

 

Amongst the unknown woods,

wise owls counsel about forbidden fruits,

and taboo luscious feast;

 

eaten in a obscure place

within a closet

out there

somewhere

in unclassified bush.

 

There is this forgotten domain

wherein lies an undisclosed sanctuary in disguise

for victims of foiled forbidden

love rebellions gone wild.

 

The wind reach out her hand

pulling a white virgin curtain across the land.

A slight silhouette of

a strange forest

remains behind wet white sheets;

 

casting a cloak of invisibility

upon the enchanting grove,

surrounded by pure white mystic Myst

which does not exist.

 

There they lay

two ‘Sinful Contradictions’ upon the hay.

 

One ebony man,

and one ivory gal,

two forbidden love fugitives

holding hands.

 

Happy and content on secret lands,

bleeding amorous sweat

while flowing love bound perspiration,

 

collects into dripping drops

of future marriage vows

which falls and come to rest in there love nest.

 

Exhausted

Sweaty

Wet

 

With resolution and content

of unexplained feelings of a narcotic high

on love bruises in this esoteric veil.

 

As they embrace each other without fear

in black and white repetitive arrangement

of woven checkered love patterns without care.

 

They spoke silently as one

with each other’s heart.

While licking each other’s thoughts,

and devouring each other’s minds.

 

Like sweet delicious intoxicating  

white and dark wine.

 

For strange flavours and exotic taste

to bake a mongrel cake

of passionate possibilities from insane

blasphemous permutations we all share.

 

Leegal Poet

Wayne Ferron . All rights reserved @ copyright