SONNET 541
By JH Sayyar
Today’ sex; a white bowl of soap
All drinking; ruining godly soul!
Greed drives our emotion-troop
To destroy glee of marriage-goal
Intimacy survives in a dark night
Love is slain like a preyed bird!
Your ego is dead in loving fright
Love! A mind folly, you heard!!
Intimacy needs: a silent room!
Makes two a being; a core point
When two souls melt in gloom!
A creation appears from the joint;
When girls melt into a lover’s being!
In the dark night oneness eyes seeing
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