When the lips, don’t purr, then, eyes whisper
An, ounce, of joys, melts in, pint of pain
And hearts, make love, o’er, tides’ fervor
When mermaids, bare, our vanity’s, vein!
Do we, seek solace, in the, twilight’s soul
Or that yearning, baptized, in the, blood of sun
May the, passion’s riot, take its toll
Until, sacrament of, unison!
In the, sands of sin, o’er passion’s shore
We find, lasting stains, of a, lost orgy
Since lust, is love’s, seminal metaphor
And, its aftermath, pain’s rhapsody!
By the, shallow bay, our passions, play
O’er sea, that fury, deep within
From joy’s, foreplay, to pain’s, melee
On The Ship, Of Skin, We Sail, To Sin!
© 2020 Vikas Chandra
I enjoy all your work but this one had bite.
“By the, shallow bay, our passions, play
O’er sea, that fury, deep within
From joy’s, foreplay, to pain’s, melee
On The Ship, Of Skin, We Sail, To Sin!”
The lines above. So good and true.
Coyote
My Dear,
Many Thanks for the Kind Words.
I do appreciate them very much.
Yes! Pain is the truest language of poetry.
Have Blessed Day Brother!
Take Care
God Bless….
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