Love, Eternal Mother
Though your mission
Is the fulfilment
Of primeval love
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Loving you
Is soul’s blinding vision
Transforming lust
In its transcendant mist.
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Even the common
Salty sweat drops burn
With life’s pure blue fire
On your breast.
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What is sweeter
Than cosmic fire destroy
The thin cold skin
That guards virginity.
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Peace comes
When tears have soothed
The searing joy
And lust is shot with love’s blinding beauty.
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Give me this heaven
If in your powers
I want you forever
And not just few hours.
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J J Puthucheary, 5 January 1954