Seven Deadly Sins
By Aakash Dharma
Fake wings
And pale white robes
I miss the hell we call home
You are my vanity
Your eyes tell me I am magic
Your touch tells me I am God
Your lips tell me I am nothing,
Nothing but magnificent stardust.
You are my greed
Every gaze is insufficient
Every touch is incomplete
Every kiss is the start of
Another infinite loop of desire
You are my sloth
In your sweet scent lies my peace
In your warm embrace my home
In your body I get lost in the maze
Of clarity - I never want to leave
You are my wrath
My stomach's in a twist
My voice louder than thunder
My body splits in half
As you let my demons run free
You are my gluttony
Every inch of cloth on your body
Every mile of road between you and I
Every bit of reason cannot hold me back
From devouring the feast of your love.
You are my envy
Only my lips will taste your flavor
Only my touch will make you tremble
Only silver if you have to offer
It's the gold, I would fight for.
You are my lust
Let me enjoy the orbs of heaven
Let me eat the fruit of the Gods
Let me enter this sweaty carnival of sex
I am a savage at your blessed gates.
Insincere smiles
And drunken niceties
I miss the hell we call home
I want you and our seven deadly sins.
Aakash Dharma is an amateur poet, actor and photographer and has been trying his luck with the guitar for a few months. Owing to his keen interest in psychology, he aims to seek and understand the beauty on both sides of the coin. His poetry, as a result, is often an assemblage of oxymorons highlighting the contradictory nature of our being and the world we live in.