The motion of love between us
Is poised spotless, sacred and pure--
Passion propelling, logic controlling--
As we travel in the light of consciousness.
Yet when, sometimes, reason is resting,
Is poised spotless, sacred and pure--
Passion propelling, logic controlling--
As we travel in the light of consciousness.
Yet when, sometimes, reason is resting,
That emotion ambushes the feeling
As the most desirable damsel
Rests her body tamely on mine,
As I fidget, in some inane rapture,
For the seraphic thing forbidden enough.
But reason ain't too idle to effect a sleep,
Nor has it laid down its weapon deep,
And up it wakes, in a swing of action,
As the most desirable damsel
Rests her body tamely on mine,
As I fidget, in some inane rapture,
For the seraphic thing forbidden enough.
But reason ain't too idle to effect a sleep,
Nor has it laid down its weapon deep,
And up it wakes, in a swing of action,
Slamming my sinful passion
Into an uneasy submission--
A neutralization--
That incapacitates me
To deny the admission of sanctity,
Or accept the denial of profanity,
As between our attach'd bodies rises a wall
So impregnable by the rawness of a plebeian,
So insurmountable by the paws of a caveman.
-- N P Samal
As between our attach'd bodies rises a wall
So impregnable by the rawness of a plebeian,
So insurmountable by the paws of a caveman.
-- N P Samal
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