To lust to death, and die to lust!
Which bounds define, then sanity
Insane appears, when love august
Let’s sin! If we must, to profanity

Your blue blushes, frozen, o’er my smile
Still yearn to steal my, heart’s appeal
Unrequited yet, by many a mile
The soul of our passion’s, lasting zeal

Ain’t you my love, with putrid breasts?
Which housed my heart, in you always
What if forsaken, your temple, of our fests
Still lives on, love’s orgy, of yesterdays

Come! Let me share, my soul with you
And feel my heart, in you awaking
See love’s new shade, my splendid blue
Of love beyond end, in dead love making

© 2016 Vikas Chandra