Desire Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

She is cute,
Brute,
Raw as hell inside,
No grace,
Yet, charming;
Like sterilized needle,
She penetrates unassuming hearts
And spreads in blood
Like rabies virus,
Fills all space
And dissolves in wakes and dreams.

She is pure pleasure,
A wild pleasure,
Bitter
Yet very sweet
Like forbidden fruit;
She is a streak of light
That swallows inner gloom;
A bunch of nerve tips
On a sensitised trip
In crude circuits
Of erratic haste,

Catch her
And rip her open;
A georgeous sight,
Gold hidden in mud
In dull sparkles;
The raw nature's pure strains
In all its splendours
In liquid charm
Stream and drip
To steaming blood
And raise hot boils in mind,
Complete with pus.

She calls to open arms
But bites and spits too;
Poisonous
Like deadly narcotics
And kills to sweet numb death;
She proffers her soul and body
To bait your life;
Yet the bait is worth to bite
To dissolve in her raw charm,
Though mired in musty, rancid sweat.