sex lust and love no sin

virgin
there is no sin
but the sin of condemning others,
out of love,
lust and sexual
innate desires
comes out a newer creation …

if sex were to be sin
or for that matter lust
only masturbate then all humans must
just leave all sins closeted ….

but by the way
who in hell,
if not on earth is to decide

what is sin?

what is a free ride
both enjoy at the hour of secrecy,
they try to maintain
yet you call it sin

Oh! O what a shame

Bring to talents most prestigious
be it Baroque or religious

French Huguenot craftsmen bring
London's SoHo flotsam's ring

My wealth is displayed on platters
it's conspicuous and bold-it matters

to the cognoscenti's parties
to 18th century Gentry

Argent is my bank
it gives the chosen ones swank

Like mirrors on water
It reflects what you aught to
see

So bright the gleem
so bring to a sheen

Polish my silver
Polish my silver

saffron chrome
her yawning perfume taut skin zone
the melliferous scandals

dusted arch
in keeping
the resting lie
beneath the wafer storm
pass

winters dead bride come to ride
like an angels corpse
and the engine runs
idling outside

Black October
it rained and rained
drowning anguish
gushing sorrows
down the gaping ruin
tragedies worth

A small boy cries, bird calling into the air.
I’m heart helped by his flower delicate face,
bamboo smooth then raw as meat,
his emotions entirely there.

Mums are preoccupied, abundance is a list.
Brows creased, they don’t look up,
their beauty worry worn.

I like the Muzak, whistle along,
wide eyed as a canary.
One aisle is traffic jammed.
and a little old man
waits like a garden gnome.
There should be dancing, the music's jaunty,
but no, only muted ‘excuse me’s’
as trolleys clash.