Divine Poetry - 3

The Birth Of Cupid
Divine Inyang Titus

They say they met
In the heat of battle.
She'd watched on a silver cloud
As he slayed the thousands,
As his breath became jagged darts of death..
He was gold haired,
And defiantly handsome.
His chest rose like a brazen tower
To the winds;
And in the whiteness of his beards
A passion lurked,
Whose sensual tentacles would prick her heart
Forever...
He watched her too
On the drifting silver cloud,
Impossible, in that moon colored dress
That ran down her sublime body
And billowed eternally behind her.
Her face wore the texture of grace,
And he could not cease to wonder
What such transcendental beauty
Sought in the gripping grimness
Of war...
But she was crying..
Her eyes, were drooling out soft, passionate waters
In defined trickles,
And even still,
Her essence blazed with the fires of a passion
Even he found impossible to resist..
So he flew from his throne of blood
And met her, there on the silver cloud,
And in the first instant their scents connected,
They welded into their grave passion
And as lips filled lips
And tongues filled mouths,
And hands filled bodies,
And the god filled the goddess
And they reach the flaming zenith of their passion,
And the oceans lost their banks...
A golden youth burst forth..
He had the softness of her eyes,
And the divineness of his frame..
He shone with a blistering brilliance that surpassed them both
And behind him, a pair of silver wings fluttered in pure ecstasy.
He was young, and remained so.
In his beauty, there arose meaning,
And in his soul was a purity,
Haloed by an interminable love.
He became love..
For indeed,
In his heart, was her love,
And in his hands were his bow.
But also a blazing torch,
From which would proceed
The flames of mad desire
That burnt,
And that scourged sight..
And his name was called..