The Beast And The Beautiful Poem by Arun Maji

How long would I wait o beautiful
How long would I wait?
My youth turning grey,
My dream turning pale,
My love turning lifeless.

How long a man could wait?
Tell me o fragrant flower,
How long
A man
Made of flesh and blood,
Made of lust and desire,
Could wait to touch his beloved?
Cuddle his beloved?

How long a man could suffer
Pain of unquenched thirst,
Agony of unfulfilled hunger,
Torture of twisting desire?

Yes, I am a man.
Always a man.
A mortal man
Made of mortal desire,
Earthly brittleness,
Beastly thirst and hunger.

I crave your buttery soft flesh,
Your sweetly sour bite,
Your curvy moan,
Your quaky shudder,
Your kinky shiver.
I crave every bit of your darkness,
Every bit of your wilderness,
Every bit of your ferociousness.

I am cloud, you are burning fire.
I long to quench your thirst,
Satisfy your all engulfing hunger.

I am dying longing you,
Dreaming you,
Desiring you.
I want to see you now,
Touch you now,
Dig you now,
Drink you now,
Swallow you now.

How long would I wait o fire
How long would I wait
To die in womb of your thirst?


© Arun Maji