To My Wife
The beat'n paternal path led me astray;
They picked you for me from a common field;
Under the moon, in a bed, fate me sealed,
Done: I'd rather see my crop in the loo;
Locked in homogenous earth and soil to
Watch myself wither dry with no appeal,
For solace lies only in carnal reveal.
Must I wear Lisa's two faces for you?
Set me free and no longer play the fool;
Fear says: you'll never crack my enigma;
Deep-rooted lies my well-dug agenda,
My desire lives in that red-eyed, stark mule,
Opposites don't attract, does charisma.
Alas! Salai paints a fresh face born anew.
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