Bitter Poison (Revision 1)

As the cobra prepares to strike,
stretched to reach the sun,
with hair uncombed,
tee shirt barely clinging to a body
that exercised its rights into the early hours
of the morning, awake, unrelenting
and in union with desire
for the better part of the night.
Reason succumbs, senses tossed
wide open, like from the sharp edge of a sword,
bitter poison runs through pulsing veins.
Tranquility is lost,
searching to find divinity and self control,
to free actions and words from impure thoughts so
difficult to restrain.
The past remains unchanged,
the future shaped by insatiable desire,
unlikely lessons to be taught to one so
full of passions fire.
Thirsty and ravenous,
think, before tearing off what little shred of dignity is left.
Get close,
feel divine love and calmness.
Breathe,
let joy enter and live in peace,
undo the web of confusion,
freed from the bondage of "me".



Robert
2016