Writhing Agony Of Love
© Surazeus
2026 05 29

Shocked by how often angels fall from Heaven,
I express ardent anguish of concern
that Earth is now littered with wounded souls
who search for paradise of innocence
that may only exist in morning dreams
of lounging by the river eating fruit.

We dream of how life could be on this Earth
based on memories all our ancestors lived
life after life in garden of fruit trees,
plucking fruit from the wide generous world,
though always watching out for hidden snakes
who lie that we can gain eternal life.

Those golden eyes gleam bright with eager hope
that conjure visions of eternal life
each morning as we taste sweet fruit of faith
though our lithe bodies soon begin to fail,
and youthful strength withers as we decay
to stumble in decrepit solitude.

Writhing in anguish on the forest floor,
from helpless agony of bitter hope,
that like our parents we crumble to dust
after rotting flesh is consumed by worms,
we cry out to the empty faceless sky
for arcane secret to live beyond death.

Bright halo of the sun that blinds my eyes
surrounds head of strange angel who appears
as if they descend from gold clouds of faith,
so I grasp hand extended with concern
and stand to face the mirror of my face
that smiles at me with pure innocent grace.

Aroused by passion of conceptual plan
to share sweet pleasure of warm juicy kiss,
we open arms of lonely hearts with trust
to cling with gentle honesty of faith,
embraced in writhing agony of love
that merges separate bodies in one mind.

Dissolving boundaries between our souls
in frantic mission to transcend cold death,
we share excessive heat of loneliness
till soaring angel seed of ardent hope
penetrates global egg of singing truth
till we are pregnant with divine god soul.

New child born from our passionate embrace
grows strong and bright-eyed with innocent grace
so we teach them to describe what they see
till they perceive true essence of all things,
then we lie down to die in happiness
that we have gained eternal life in them.

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Orpheus wanders from grave of Eurydice and sings agony of his loss, till Ophelia gives him apple of love, and they raise their son Orion with discipline of love.

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