Baskadia

Like night she walks in beauty

and her mind piled with unsent

messages composed for her beloved

And like a city that were once a jungle

I imagined her arrival, come; kisses, hugs,

praises and her untiring love-devours

I was engorged with her love

In anticipation of her benign appearance

deluged with the benevolent of her abundance

Hellbent! I saw her clung like a siwes-material

on another fashionista, tiptoeing down the

pavement like the moon in the midnight

I laid stranded

eyeing them walk in exuberance

and let her ¹seduced him to ²cum.

PS: ¹married, ²peace.