An Ode to Careless Passion
At your slightest touch, my chest dances,
and lightning sparks across my skin.
My mind spins with your slightest glances
and my emotions go into a tailspin.
Your fires flashed up my spine
a symphony of tobacco and booze.
On Betel nut, Bidis and Bhang I dine,
to welcome you in, my lovely muse.
Health cowers submissively at your side
making way for cycles, sex and dares!
You and I laugh at Safety’s cries,
as unrestrained joy abandons such cares.
Though for the moment’s satisfaction, you always deliver,
your fine memory fades as I float down this river.
— by Sabio Lantz, March 2013
- I wrote this poem two years ago, but brought it out of the “to polish” folder today in response to Björn’s prompt at d’Verse Poets Pub where he asks for a 14-line poem with a Volta — keeping with a Sonnet-like style, my Volta is at the end of the poem.
- For info on the Tantric picture, see the wiki article on Chhinnamasta.
- For vocabulary words I learned living in South Asia for two years, see: Betel nut, Bidis and Bhang