Oh do not leave, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone
That I have celebrated women
(In the best & worst of times)
For the world’s soul signs its name
In my heart with the breath of devotion
To human and diviner things
Oh love is a strange fever in organics
That burns with a knowledge of possession
Giving the fire of meaning in attachment
Though I have sought to flee attachments
I have found that a good mate is
A kind of death to the world, and all other women
Such being the case, I am enslaved by
A world full of women, and their care
With only cause to essay to please them
That is the true fever from which I suffer
Gladly or nobly, I do not know
So shall burn this world, and none have wit
That such roles as man and woman
Were given to us, for breeding and other cares.
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Wuji Seshat 
I cannot like this piece enough.
Thank you for this.
It seems as if you’ve been reading British lit lately?
Yes at times I do go back and read some “Metaphysical” poets…
Amazing.
Your work is truly amazing. Brilliant writing. It’s very refreshing to read such skill!
I’m glad you have enjoyed it..
Ah you are a real poet. Now I feel a bit embarrassed impersonating a poet.
You must be joking…
All writing is to communicate and express I guess we have our different styles but definitely your poetry is more like the ones you’d find in a published volume
Maybe that is simply because I read poetry too much…hehe
I read a lot of poetry too but I prefer a simpler style
I never was any good at writing simply I’m afraid..
maybe i m just a simple person cant do complicated