Eyes gouged by nature’s vulgar numbers game,
As silent echoes sealed this barren tomb;
Cruel sun casts only shadows on my face -
How, God, did I affront you from the womb?
To thrust injurious defects such as these
Upon this captive servant beggars sense.
You soured my sensual pleasures as you pleased
But left a chance of love as recompense:
From nowhere she came waltzing to my life
Arriving like the spring’s first celandine,
Aromas hard to place, swift to excite,
Refreshing stale existence with the fires
Of passion I desired so much it ached,
Far more because I’d never see your face.
I’m deaf and blind but neither shy nor dumb;
I learned to talk with one hand on your throat.
Each word you spoke erupts like Shiva’s drum,
Invoking Tandava: we danced in hope.
Perturbed and yet you held me in your arms,
The breaking through of barriers to our lust.
Through faithless tears, I’d not abide your qualms
Our leap to condemned whores from families’ trust.
Religion made your conquest hazardous,
But lying breast to breast in tender thrill
The fairer sex encapsulates Argus,
I sensed you watching over my deft kill;
The jolting blows I struck, from that time hence:
The birth of love, the death of innocence.
Emotions: until then time would forget,
Locked deep within my catacomb of pain,
Released, unleashed enlivened to caress
The beauty of your fears and youthful shame.
I cannot see but I can make you come:
With a flick of wrist or twist of tongue.
I would not hear but I shall make you scream:
In pleasure, pain: or something in-between.
Each time you called my name I felt your need
For furious zeal that surely can’t be faked,
But those three words you dropped like serpent’s seeds,
Caused me to loose my hands from noose to nape:
‘I’m leaving you,’ I drank your breath as draught,
Then squeezed you hard, and made that breath your last.
