It was at the wink of approval of fate
The fate to mate them on a date
A date to end an endless search for a date
Was it not the handiwork of fate?
Had they not been in promiscuous living
Sexually in promiscuity
Living their daily ways as their own business
As if life lived only sensually
Carelessly?
Either in the night’s dark
Or behind the day’s closed doors
They lived in promiscuity
He was with lasses
and damsels
and spinsters
Some for a free ride
Some for a fee ride
She was with lads
and bachelors
and daddies
Some for a free ride
Some for a fee ride
As they licked everything from anything
They licked from a can of worms
As they hugged anything from everything
They incubated future predicaments
Conceived from the present sextertainment
Through an unfettered sensual banquet
Was there a pose to hide a past
To live in the present?
So be it
Were they masking a sordid past
To live a solid present?
So be it
And pretend there was no soiled past?
So be it
But it was a past veneered beneath the plaster
II
The marriage date was announced
As soon as it was fixed
As long as dating was blessed
As long as mating had been nursed
Marriage was made from shoes and suits and bowties
From makeups and straw hats and long gowns
From bites and drinks
To paparazzis and selfies
And from diamond rings
Marriage was consummated with kisses
and caresses
and certificates
That was not a shocking surprise at all
Did they not know they were two of a kind?
Were they not two of the same kind?
That was not a shocking surprise at all
III
It took seven years to sound the alarm bells
When the bells tolled to tell the entire tale
Then the bells tolled and told how
How their past unfolded
How they fooled their own yielding selves
In the name of satisfying a yelling libido
He was the first to complain of bodily disorders
That first hovered not just on the borders
His was a palpable disorder
Disobeying his natural order
To turn out from this…to the other
Were there any expected surprises
Did he not know why viruses do not forgive
Did he not know why viruses do not forget
Did he not know why viruses are born to live
So was he surprised that a virus survived?
His body was never free of fevers
Never!
Never lowered in temperature
Never!
His members were never spared the cancers
Never!
Never free of the blisters
Never!
His red and white cells
Were never short of free radicals
Never!
“What a mess!” muttered his personal doctor
“What complex condition to discover
What next will I do for my patient to recover
Am I not perplexed at his frequent fevers
The thought to unravel those
Makes me quiver”
Did he not know the root of the fevers
Did he not understand the symptoms from the quivers
Were not the symptoms invoking answers?
His doctor discovered sooner than later
When the virus retrieved the answer
Was is it not time to tell the obvious
Was is it now not too late to be pretentious
Had he not been blown away
Blown up
Blown off
By a full-blown Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
Already sentenced to death?
It was only a matter of hours
To the countdown of his days
To the drawing down of the curtain on his life
To welcome his slip into the darkness of time
IV
She feared the end of her days
So she ran so quickly to run a whole body test
She ran back home with a positive body test
Then she ran back from home to grab an Anti-retroviral set
She feared the end of her days
Would follow his end of days.
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