My Dear

Madam,
Your sexuality, and versatility,
Is party to our philosophy;
The contours meander through feminine reality,
Giving a sensuality,
To an overly verbose poetry,
That exudes a coloured past.
Littered with checkered paths and subtlety,
I see an imminent eventuality,
That takes a backseat to love.
Perpendicular to an out-moded mould;
Perception slithers through;
Fantasy that hold false truths,
Elevating bygone sorrows,
That envelope the soul,
And smother every pore of the body politik;
Lady, it’s tough.