- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Pyres
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Loneliness is a fine thing,
Wrapt in all shiny paper,
beautiful as a cut crystal
Those facets glinting,
those faces sharp reflections
Often I gazed and watched
the ebb,
My life's ebb and her flow
Waning in the sky
waxing as the moons
of her cheeks
Leaning forward , taking a bite,
supped at her flesh did He
Chewed, slowly ruminating
Whisper'd voices, cold glasses
snow is falling,
Take My places and fill the cauldrons
stoke My desire
fill the pyre, I shall sup at the burning ghats
Charnel houses My haunt,
her hand small in Mine as follows Me
she will
steps demure, and faint at times,
walk the path and fly
as They step off the abyss
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