Jamaican Poetry: Strange stirs and urges

By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2014, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe

Strange love slain
stirs and strange urges,
eyes lured and feeding those who deserve it.

Strange
sensations from this strange game,
strange the yearning for this wolf, the lioness to tame.

Strange movements, become familiar,
silk threads softer than a pillow,
pillows of soft molten flesh,
pillows that bid you to taste at its behest;

strange, scenes and strange feelings,
strange the one who captures and catapults lustful dealings;
strange the eyes, that heed to its behest,
strange the animal that rises below my chest.

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