osqmindz

I've seen love disguised itself as
an epic horror show,
where the villains and the heroes
both fighting a common enemy

were guilt is dressed up as a ghost,
a lie detector
whose
truth is also lie
someone has to take the fall, right
the show is about to end
but
the first act of sin has just been
committed

murder as an act

touch me

before the beast I became,
as your words proclama'd,
before the claws,the fangs, the teeth
long as the distance between us
before aches becomes the medicine
to my pain,
before pain becomes a routine - sunrise
sunset,
before the full moon crawls back into it dark past,
before DAY got it name and
the night has to be cursed with darkness,
before gods becomes a man
and chose the wisdoms of poetry as a song,
long before the pattering of rains becomes a drum
to the dancing steps of demons that governs
the
golden mayhem we call hell,
before the tongue could recognise the subtle language
of madness not love
ages before the eyes could tell the difference
between white and the phenomenon called light

I have known and felt the passion of your touch,
as atoms collides with cells and
cells make the organs
that helps me navigate the grand spectacle of your being.

$poem