ANOTHER POEM
FROM VIOLENT FLUCTATION OF PAST



Neither the cozy warmth of a lap
nor the honeyed suckle of a
love ripened lip
nor some innocent daughter's
trusting silken arms,
But a thousand
stealthy snakes
filled my night
with the hiss of death.

but at dawn, honey droplets from a dewy voice
come from heavens, sucking
venom from my throat
commanding the onset
of a new dawn, a new day
a new dream, a new life.

I shall obey...............