English hunter

I abandoned ink I forgot the smell of pages I could barely sense words I isolated poetry I became a snail But words could never leave me They embraced my lethargy Waited for my ink to flow They sensed my arrival And cried for freedom I was the mother-witch Tied my own son in deep dark Moved with my own priorities I left behind words I left behind my own self Now this man comes Remembered me that once I wrote Once my passion blazed ; In the rising sun and I tanned in the heat of compassion Please write poems Please write poems; He asks and invoked my muse Whom I forgot to worship And left lifeless as a stone So here is my verse Struggling in it's infancy Trying to get a step once again He says no gratitude in friendship Still Thank You .

Days we dreamt of spending together Sunshines we promised to enjoy There was something that kept us alive Like a fresh dew drop in its bliss I was nothing in his hulking figure Still my breath could give him solace I am Earth while he is the Sun And I craved to live under his light He is my Adam My large healthy hulking Adam With a voice like the thunder of God He is the ecstasy in the form of man We hugged, we kissed, we felt But that was not lust, not even love It had the purity of a coral in the shell It was nothing but the realisation of god No words could express us Nothing could explain wat we were Ours is a nameless bond A bond which was made in heaven (Dedicated to the tallest man ever)