Day crept into the darkest night
Like
an unannounced visitation of thieves.
Night
habitually welcomes day,
Like
a long lost prodigal son
With
warm hearty and glorious embrace.
Night,
only garment that suits the day,
Only
bosom companion that never betrays,
Longest
night cover me as you cover your friend.
If
longest night were oratorio,
I
will sing it like concerto till it reaches crescendo.
Longest night in earnest I wish to see face.
I’m
innocuous; I mean no harm.
Let
me be your friend like twilight and dew.
I
know you’re shortlived, but cool and still.
I
promise to be loyal till the end will come.
But
longest night, why are you so cool?
Why
does man treat you like a domestic fowl?
Why
do you keep mute in the face of shame?
Why
do you answer the name you weren’t christened?
Wickedness
is the son of night,
To
you, not only the son but legitimate one.
When
did you become a mousy
Who
has no strong personality?
Are
you not the ravening cloud that possesses the sky?
Are
you not the visitor of heaven and earth?
Take
the shame no more and reject abuse,
Reject
the rod whipping you at the back,
And
raise eyebrows to the swollen buffoon.
Ho!
Long night I wish you have pudenda,
I
would have sharpened my phallus
And
descend on you in an amorous ecstacy
And
stay on you forever and ever.
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