Derivative Of Love Poem by jathin aka jesuzz

Roses prick my conscience

The music pains my ears

As the water burdens the sea

As salt overpowers the sea

As the oyster bleeds pearl



The logic of love beats me

irony of it unacceptable

The deliberate fall of the prey

The silent understanding of the predator

Mute moments of clout

The flutter and the shudder

the Wince and ecstasy

This ritual so primitive

Separation of man and beast forgotten

Yet so cherished, out of love



I do not wish to fall in love

Yet I do seek the derivative

In whose ever passionate arms I wish to lay

In her moist breath devoid of love

I seek pleasures pristine

Let me live this night through

Waking up without her beside me.

For I seek no brides nor for the night or for life

Just a mate

Just till I sleep off