I lay lust aside and sleep <br />alone in constellations <br />of twinkling lullabies, <br />where the gentle breath <br />of linen and the sea <br />soothes the savage quiet <br />in hormones and nature. <br /> <br />Yet in flutters <br />the siren breeze <br />with an arabesque <br />to challenge my mournful chastity <br />it is the primal symphony <br />of mating. <br />I resist, I rebel, I renounce. <br />I plead, <br />no more <br />cruel reminders <br />of skin turned to dust <br />from lack of touch. <br /> <br /> <br />The cry is belated. <br />already music fills my ears, <br />lava fills my veins. <br />there is a crescendo, <br />in this goddess, <br />It becomes harmonic; <br />entrenched in my brain, <br />in my suffering heart, <br />in my desolate wetness. <br /> <br />I resist, I rebel <br />I surrender <br />to the absinthe of desire. <br />With feverish suffocation <br />I imagine <br />a whirlpool opera <br />of reverent flesh <br />wearily I caress <br />and think of love <br />devouring my fruits <br />and feasts <br />cascading into me <br />until silence claims its throne <br />ending the temporary suffering <br />like the benevolent queen that I am.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-savage-silence-of-desire/
