Mar 8, 2015

141. The urge to Venus

The urge to Venus, for want of love
Not, in vain, the first day of the college

In front of me, a tall, slender, lovely creature,
Walks; as breeze, on earth, with high heals

Gorgeous face, of a past life thoughts
Met long ago, a few centuries back

Now in class, in front of me, looking at my eyes
Her nails reminds, the bloody marks, imprinted

Nicely carved, for eternities to remain, of infinite love
In private places, of close intimacy, with concealed occasions

Reminds, in retrospect of the reminisce thoughts
Of earlier, dates dated with, with pyramidal reference