Being under thy ineffable spell,
What can I do but live to tell a tale,
How thou incacerated me into a novelty shell,
Set adrift upon an ecstatic Well.

Whereupon my heart doth swell,
Violently, nighly akin to a rising gale,
Pulsating in such a way I can never tell,
Despite decamping is of no avail.

But rather doomed to being senile,
Yet for it's as fresh as waters of the Nile,
To watch thou, Echantress of mine smile.
All is but hunky-dory be it for a short while.


©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
9th January 2017