You unravel your body
In front of mine–
Enticing me
With the perfect curve
Of your spine;
Yet, I’ll tell you
How it is, darling–
You see, I fall in love
With beautiful minds,
Not with the guarantee
Of muscles or dimes.
©Diwa
Spare me from the antics
That merely make me mad;
Act like a man
And allow me the tiny space
That I so want;
For, love never meant caging
And limiting the capacity
Of the one you love;
In fact, it signifies liberating
The encumbered, shattered soul–
Or, at the very least,
Permitting the other to breathe;
Because, this life is already
Filled up to the nines
With nonsensical inebriations
And presumptuous deliberations;
I don’t wish to experience such,
Even in my own little cul-de-sac
Termed quite succinctly
As “My Beloved Home”.
©Diwa
I don’t concern myself
With necessitated etiquette
And amorphous euphemisms
That merely attempt to camouflage
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