Like relics
From the sprawling past,
They come.
Time frames;
As though from the devil’s den.
In heat,
Sizzling, pulsating
To the serpent’s crawl.
Faith fermenting
Their existence since eternity.
Igniting raptures of the flesh,
In body-fusion talk
Like raindrops,
Tingling down
Their quivering spines.
They the raw, as new-born
In biblical innocence,
Raking up,
Memoirs of a serene
Tranquility.
Enlighten not the reptile
To paths of degradation,
Loosen not their tongue
To the forbidden fruit,
Hide not the eternal truth
Of the lords love, for them.
See,
Their naked estasy, as sin
Least their folly;
Become our undoing.
Author notes
Prompt:
2. Slow train to paradise.
Picture Credit:
Hindustan Times, news paper article.
Models in a shoe ad:
Madhu Sapre and Suman Milan, and the python of course.
Posting credit FD.
A contest entry
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Comments
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that's really cool. ^^
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Nice work and word usage here. Best of luck.
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A very fine piece, thank you for this wonderful entry in the contest.
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Lovely piece of writing very cleverly combining your words and the image together. Enjoyable read. Thanks.
Kat
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