Climbing up slumbering walls of cursed ivy.
Drooling at the acid sun’s elicit rays.
Covered in the acrid scent of another ethereal winter’s day, foaming
uncertainties in the jaws of an almighty abyss.
Oh Lord of unconditional loving, lady of sweet blessings.
Joining with deep magnetic caressing.
Coma tozed in life, slithering forth and back.
In an embryonic sack I sought release.
Empathic blows to egos delusions grounded.
The source of bitterest irony camouflaged in ivy,
smothers my heart in diluted shame.
Who played that vanquished game?
That agonised adventure into mysterious places.
I clutched the ivy walls
Crawled towards a Buddha,
pride swelled by the Eastern antidote.
Where is Medina or Jerusalem?
In a cloud between poisoned ivy
will I taste again,
those voluptuous branches