The Temple

C P Aboobaker

    When you enter my chamber
    I am shocked to see you in nudity
    I cannot withdraw my eyes
    Nor can I look at you
    In dilemma I call you
    My child, are you gone mad?
    I am not mad, you say,
    It's love, I've nothing to hide
    Portray me lunatic,
    Or call me what you like
    We are lovers
    Lovers have nothing to hide
    If you are afraid close your eyes
    If you feel lusty in my nudity
    Your mind is not pure
    You call me Goddess
    And you are shy of my real self
    I am to you a deity
    And you place me on an altar
    With all uncanny costumes
    Where my purity is torn off.
    You are my temple
    And I stand the deity
    Come, take me into you,
    And worshipers shall pour into us.
    I stand dumb in my pose
    Where a lotus is blooming.

    
C P Aboobaker - C.P. ABOOBACKER, editor of thanalonline, belongs to Calicut in Kerala. His interests include writing, publishing poems, essays, and many more literary things. Latest writing is about Channels and Globalizations. He is a retired professor of history.

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