Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Love at first sight



At brink of adolescence
Innocence meets evanescence,
Instincts by garb they tinker,
Taste from eve’s bite lingers.

Ablutions primitive and many
Fail to wash the linen;
But for the fear of fear
Otherwise blood soaked linen.

Bemused by the trait the clergy asked
Why such trait did thou impart?
He smiled and said nay not me.
It’s the animal which doesn’t flee.

To overcome the trait
I gave you thinking mind;
Befitting intellect,
And a heart kind.

You follow the urge
Worship thy senses
Time lost its count, you still
Look through carnal lenses.

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