Prisoners Of The Night

There’s more to this, souls’ tryst with sin
How passion is, a fleeting guile
And love beyond, the stings on skin
Your clit’s fury, my bliss penile!

When wrecks twilight, day’s sobriety
Night reinstates, sin’s dominion
Dark bares, the soul of society
Hurls quest of love, into oblivion!

Vain goblets spill, our broken vows
When lust is all, that’s left of us
In dead-beat hearts, how we carouse
Love’s funeral, in souls pious!

This bondage to, sham sacraments
Love’s aftermath, in black and white
With faith as good, as fear invents
Crestfallen quite, Prisoners Of The Night!

© 2017 Vikas Chandra


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