Price of Love

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Hard to forget a soulful image

Contours of a body

Intimate sounds of moaning and ecstasy

Lies of promises

Blows in fits of raging jealousies

Calming touches

Balms to the wounded selves

Merging imaginaries of binaries

Aching and longings

One calls love.

Strong gust of cold wind

Scattered hair wild across her face

Threadlike structures

Sticking with cold sweat like dewdrops

On skin smooth as glass

Halting penetration

Of the beam of moonlight

Forcing its way on her visage

Through the scattered strands.

Tried to wipe away the dewdrops

Smoothen the hair

Tenderly

Lest, I awake her

From her eternal sleep

And envelope me

In a fog of darkness

With a kiss of death

And take away my soul.

Slowly, lowered the lid of the coffin

Stood for a while reading

The inscription on the tombstone

Leaning on the axe in flooding moonlight

Beneath the ancient sinewy oak tree

Amidst howling of the nightly creatures

Feeling prickly stabs of the cold wind

Another time, another visit

Knew, I shall be back.

These were the same lines I inscribed

Coloured with her frozen dried blood

From the axe I cut her into pieces

Price of love!

Same night I returned home

With a present of love

A rainbow held tight in a vial of hope

A diamond ring as big as the cosmos

Slaves we shall be in binding love.

Through the keyhole I saw

Queen of my heart in naked glory

Dancing with ancient spirits of the deep

Vile tentacles engulfing reality

Projecting a future of kaleidoscopic hues

Non-existence atomizing the being

Bathed in blood of our love child

The lifeless body

Crucified on the altar of exaltation.