Was watching an interview with Goldman Sachs whistleblower Nomi Prins, and for some reason this palindromatic name popped into my head. Oni is Japanese for demon or devil, and in searching for Inom I found one site claiming it means drunken in Swedish. Either way, even if only in my head, she sounds pretty unstable. Probably why I conjured her in the first place.
Courting Miss Inom Oni
She’s always going when I wander in,
stopping fast before I even begin,
so pleased with herself, much to my chagrin.
Yet we percolate with precocious lust,
a silken hammer that leaves us nonplussed.
Within this chilly prison we combust,
gasping for air within our pungent smoke
only to laugh despite missing the joke
consequence always proves apt to evoke
intoxicating passions behind rage
licking our wounds before turning the page
to comfort the woes we pain to assuage
as comfortable strangers still grinding
each jagged edge that we keep on finding
until our tale gets pressed in the binding.
Behold the value of our worthless deed
as we get tangled by such petty need,
doppelgangers unable to concede.
More than a name popped into your head John !! - - - with this outpour of your precocious courting Miss Inom Oni will be indeed get "pressed in the binding" of my awed mind. Thanks for another fine read.
A very intoxicating passionate write as you mentioned in this poem, a lower passion indeed, a good and interesting write.