In Pursuit of a Desirous Lady...

 Your deceiitful tease

and illusive behavior

are beyond compare;

your blind promise

has yet proven

that you really care.

How long

must my soul lowly hang

like unbalance strange fruit---

dripping trails of fallen red juice

as I chase you in desirous pursuit?

They say

only death rivals

your equanimity---

fool I was---thinking

such also included me.

I’m taught

to always love and seek

you everywhere; but

in all my loving and searching

I can’t find you anywhere---

For me---

the warmth of your sweet bosom

has never been there; yet

I shall not wander in vain

nor without a strong belief;

knowing audacious faith

will balance my wanton desire---

sending soft sweet music

from the angle’s lyre; and

from your aching judicial loins,

flowing ecstatic relief:

from all the built up painful grief.

Yes, justice must be for all:

Precious Lord, please hear my call.