the drama of love
peels away
layer by layer
unmasking the charade of chastity.
the taste of infidelity is delicious.
sin always is.
but the after taste lingers
longer, longer than the ecstasy.
it lingers, bitter
in the eyes.
the drama of betrayal
peels away,
layer by layer
unmasking the charade of love.
published in kritya, october 2012 (poetry in our time):
http://kritya.in/0803/En/poetry_at_our_time8.html
am amazed at the number of poems that appear in some online publications on lust, extra-marital relationships and so on. this is my take on it.
Terse and almost documentary. Loved it. So tempted to replace 'charade' with 'drama' in the last line, thus reflecting the first and making it cyclical.
ReplyDeletehmm. but when infidelity happens, love becomes a charade, doesn't it? people forget how transient lust is.
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