Posted February 09 2012
Stink of unripe palm juice
Sways across the room without ease
And knocked psyche
Search and touch
Strike with passion
Permeates everywhere like dust
This ugly lust,
Remembrance churns out, not sweet memories
But only guilt, regret and worries.
This lust feeds on like an incurable inebriety.
Graduation from infatuation into maturity
Is the only remedy to rid of this addiction.