I was telling a catholic priest yesterday,
How immoral the world is now and they
Are languishing in fear to call a spade a spade.
Pre-marital sex in catholic ideology will always be a sin.
I the man who kissed a woman for the
First time on my 38th bday will always stay true to
The catholic principles of life, knowing that
God believes in the righteous eternity
Than the immoral mile. Live in relationships
They ruin the concept of marriage,
The romanticism of gifts, irrespective of
Blindness to one creature or a ribbon-wrapped self
Gifting the best of two worlds – love and lust.
Like a fisherman, men go into catch-filled waters
Searching for muses for one night, perhaps for
One year, for the scandals of the flesh.
Love means that marriage is the greatest sacrament
That is worthy of an incurable syndrome, to
See another bigger than oneself. The sweet tooth
Of a body that sees darkness for what it is – sin
And pays not the rent but the eternal mortgage.
Love, is not just a road show only a bridge
Without flanking shores. We are indebted to seeing
The world through another’s cataract lens,
To see one self as a fisherman not treading
Into a world full of gilled-catch, only the
Pacific ocean big enough for one special creature,
That transforms a manatee-next-door into
A divine goddess who stood like cinderella
With a glass shoe, and let the prince take her in
To transform her cinder, not just as
The tinder of a transient flame, but the
Nagging recluse feeling that begins lust in
A match stick moment; still how
Beautiful it is, that what lies concealed beneath
The veined fig leaf has a religiosity,
That you have the power from within you,
To efface the stance of scandalous sin for good,
By the gratuity – and sincerity – of love in its apotheosis,
The china that becomes the cement
Between two vulnerable souls,
Capsized together by leprechaun haloes
Sculpted in the finest gold.