A script of shame on a two-yard shroud
Sells well in tinsel-town’s bazaars
Once a whisper now is a shibboleth loud
“Love-Stings Are As Sweet As Lust’s Scars”!

How bare could get that barest truth
Beyond brothel-beds and centerspreads
Those Boogie Nights’ orgies of ruth
Tore myths of sexuality to shreds!

It’s an object what was once subject
Sex too found its new dimension
To an invention from a fact abject
An art in our digital dominion!

Since when man’s instinct crossed precinct
To sleep with a virgin in coffin
Has the sham of sexual shame gone extinct
Since, The Skin, Learned, To Sin!

© 2022 Vikas Chandra