Oasis
I see...
Smear of oils
With weird forms,
Roar’s of the occults.
Subhuman mesmerises, beauty nudes
Woven entwined, as potions of love.
I see ...
The canvas, come alive,
At a master’s touch, to reality.
Casting spells with the unknown
Witch craft? Nay,
A blend of passion and dread.
I see ...
Energies of erotica,
Taking shape
She thirsts, She throbs,
And on leathery wings
She rides.
I see ...
Shrouds of mystery
Clawing at my heart,
And I thirst
But then my oasis,
Is within.
Copyright © Jai Garg | Year Posted 2008
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