Love Inside a Shell Like a Rambutan
The angle of our symmetry
Is but a universe for two.
With captive rains which drought
The Heavens, they thirst for me and you.
Inconsequential inconvenience to
All the tiring seraphims lay.
This loving melody upon
Metal psalteries pushed the beast to bay.
Let the misconstrued lies
Flow through. For the love
We have nurtured and grew
Is more than angel’s try.
There is no greater purpose than
Being loved and a family man.
Lest we are entrapped in a rambutan
Like beetles somber on the seeds of red lands.
We grow and migrate towards the celestial
Antiquities of twilight twinkling, and age
And disease. Nestled in a graven dance
For our time has grown a pittance of love via timestamps.
And thus this little flash bulb bursts. Our love quenches the angel’s thirst.