Without the baton of her lustful sanctuary
I would have no need to listen for my crescendos’ patience

I starred into her eyes before they opened to reveal
The naked universe at home

The domestic work of love is the same everywhere you go
To love and die with bitter diamonds cut to swallow you

Between the sheets of water and sky
I licked her lit nirvana candles’ burn
She could care less than —oh, sweet water quenching flesh
and more than rocks fear being sand

And so the rivers have their days
To walk and swim away
But the end never really came to me
To see her leave
—join the soul departing rains

I knew the moment she arrived
that time was going to stay first
And so
every moment was rot and bliss

As rude and honest as death loves you

© copyright 2008 C.C. Arshagra
from “The Integrity of Erotic Poetry” series (Unpublished work)

Insipre by the poem Sound by
Andrew Lowther