Friday, October 19, 2012

Pygmalion to Galatea

Honestly my dear, try as I may,
I can't forgo this pubescent fixation on skin.
Platform or mall or tram bus or train
The eyes cannot rest
From the curvacious contours of
Full ripened limbs
That struggle with clothes
For an inch full of light
As I fixate on ecstasy of sense.

I'm not a monk in his cloisters, you know,
But a man with his senses all sane.
And hence they are spread over valleys and hills
Or occasional cliffs that call to my soul
Tempests of animals unleashed.

Choked with dull-dour dosage of grime
These little showers of fantasy I need
To stagger through my miles unshorn.

Call me a voyeur or pervert if you will,
I care not a fig for labels as these.
Shapes and forms are all them my ware
That I breathe into stones rough or smooth.
Hence shall I gaze with bold brazen eyes
And drink in all nectars of honeysuckle days
That ooze from the creases of dresses or skin
And moisten my chapped arid ways.

A fool for the flesh? Well, let it be.
If God in his wisdom has made thus frail
Angels on earth shall I see.

18 comments:

Green Speck said...

"If God in his wisdom has made thus frail
Angels on earth shall I see." - This was such a powerful piece. Good work !!!

Jack said...

"Choked with dull-dour dosage of grime"

So good. An exceptional line.

The piece overall perfectly captures unabashed feeling, and is laid out with masterful technique. The mix of allusive and direct made an excellent design.

nene said...

We are humans, animals some refer, with eyes that see and physical reaction to what we see is 'natural'. I disdain those that hypocritically judge and are in self denial. We are what we've been made to be and society in their omniscent wisdom apply their justified paramaters in any given time and place.

Like this piece very much my friend.

chips from a life said...

naked honesty..

Daydreamertoo said...

Resistance is futile eh. :)
Great poem about temptation and how to (or not) cope with it.

Mary said...

In my opinion, it is always fine to look! Why not!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"and drink in all nectars of honeysuckle days"....so lovely!

Kerry O'Connor said...

There is something very tantalizing about skin - and of course, it's the largest organ of the body.

Marian said...

men are dogs, you mean? oh, wait, you said "tempests of animals unleashed." ;)

Kimolisa said...

Refreshingly honest

Herotomost said...

The pitfalls (not really) of being a man I think. If these are the pitfalls...heap a few more on me. I love the feelings you describe and the line of thought you deftly highlight. I say M....a...n...lol. Great work.

Carrie Burtt said...

You simply appreciate God's creation. Beautiful writing Abin!

Helen said...

... works the same way for women! Nice poetry.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

beautiful!

Krunal said...

ahem...quite something

Margaret said...

...I have to agree with Helen. :)

Heaven said...

I like these lines:

Hence shall I gaze with bold brazen eyes
And drink in all nectars of honeysuckle days

Enjoyed this write Abin ~

Have a good week ~

Laura said...

just telling it like it is...we are all only human and lustful thoughts come and go within all of us.

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