TO FORSAKEN LOVE... FAIRYTALE

I once walked upon a red carpet.
I was surrounded by pink, yellow, blue, red... A garden of flowers.

And adorning my neck was a piece of diamonds and rubies and gold.
My hair was coloured with the most delicate of water lilies; white to signify purity and happiness.
My fingers dazzled in the sun- kissed breeze.
And my feet were oiled with a sweetly- scented parfum.
A dress of silk and honey- yellow clasped my frame;
I felt beautiful and I believed I looked beautiful.

The crown of it all was not my glistening tiara, but the Halo that encased my heart.
The one that HE placed there.
He LOVED me... or at least I thought he did.

My heart was ripe for him and he plucked it. He embalmed it with his healing salve.
And my wounds were soothed,
and they got better, gradually, until no scars remained...

And then, I was happy again.

At that point I should have been snapped back into reality.
I should have lost all vulnerabilities to you,
I should have lost all dependency upon you.

But I was a fool!
I let my guard down and I became a simpleton.

For it was at that very point that you began to imprint a deeper, redder, more painful wound upon my heart.
And now, a GAPING hole is what I have to show for a FAIRYTALE Romance.

Now, all I have is memories.
No more necklaces.
No more flowers.
No more sun.
No more tiaras.
No more lilies.
No more dresses or delicate parfums and oils.
No more love.
No more passion...

I do not regret, ever welcoming you into my life, my world, my very being!

But, Oh!
How I wish our FAIRYTALE could have remained as such!

For my heart, it once beat for you.
And it now bleeds for the lack of you.

I pray you remain Happy and Blessed.
For I love you and wouldn't pray for anything less.

Yet, you must know that for every drop of blood that escapes my battered heart;
You will receive a grave punishment, from APHRODITE, the good goddess of love...

APIORKOR .S. ASHONG

TO ZANE... BORN OF A WAVE OF EMOTION

Light that candle, my love...For it is only when you do, that you shall be able to decipher, ever so clearly, just how luminous our love becomes when it is ignited:

Tis rather strange.
I awoke this morning with a distinct yearning for you;
With an inexplicable intoxication of my senses - you were there.
Yet, you were not there.
I was confused.

So, born of a wave of intense emotion, is a song for you;
A song that I have continued to sing to you over the years.
A song that has tickled your ears, coming in the form of a different language every time.

And yet, the lyrics remain as sweet as the fruits of Eden,
As POISONOUS and as MURDEROUS as a woman's love for her man could be...

Yes, this song has told you of many things:
Never forget, my love, the overwhelming burning sensation that has often encased your very being via my song;
Cast your mind back to the voluminous scars, that the sensation left behind as it
scalded your forehead,
scalded the soles of your feet,
scalded your smooth, dark, beautiful skin,
scalded your groin...YES
Cast your mind back to the voluminous scars, that this burning sensation created, with every vow of the genuine love of the one that you claim to love; and pay particular attention to the one lonesome bruise, that lies deep within your bosom, the centre of your love for her.

Yes, this song has told you of many things:
Recall, my dear, each astonishingly vivid mental image that my tune has ever engraved upon your mind's eye.
Ruminate on the sweet pain, that those images of
the luscious breasts,
the ample hips and thighs,
the lips ablaze from your fiery kisses,
the warm nakedness of the one you claim to love...YES
Ruminate on the sweet pain, that those images have put you through.
For, you loved to feast your eyes upon those images, even as they initiated a sudden, painful rushing of blood within you.

Yes, this song has told you of many things:
Reminisce, for dear life and love, each distinct moment of passion and arousal that you've so willingly shared with the one you claim to love, as she laid her melody, thick as honey deep within your left and right ear canals.
Get re- acquainted with those moments, during which
You never took your eyes off of her, as she entered the room,
You undressed her with your eyes, You moaned and groaned at the very caress of her finger tips,
You clasped her hips firmly, adjoining it to your groin,
You felt her breath in your ear, along with the melody,
You rid her of every article of clothing,
You kissed every nook and cranny of her aroused body,
You picked her up, and placed her on a bed of red and black silk, colours as POISONOUS as she
You milked her,
You explored her body with your hands, and tongue...YES
Get re- acquainted with those moments, during which, like a predator does to its prey, you nudged her bosom, you tickled her nipples with your tongue, you savoured the feel of her BURNING flesh against yours, so that you both melted to become one...
But pay particular attention to the powerful olfactory imagery of the smell of her shampoo as you held her earlobe between your teeth; the scent of her dew- garden that pricked at your nose, as you entered her;
the fragrance of the liquid that poured from her pores, as you drove her to a mind-wrecking climax:
Each instance shall remain with her for all time.
Tis rather strange.
I awoke this morning with a song for you;
The words creating a quiver on my lips...

My love, as you make an effort to cast your mind back,as you ruminate on the sweet pain,
As you get re- acquainted with those erotic, erupting, volcanic moments...
Keep that candle a-kindle, my love...
For I handed it to you, as I lavished you with the very first notes of my dynamic song;

And when I did, I knew that it is only when you light it,
that you shall be able to decipher, ever so clearly, just how luminous our love becomes when it is ignited:

Because, that candle burned unceasingly in our first spasms of erotic passion.

APIORKOR .S. ASHONG