Sex with the Gods of Dogs

Sex with the Gods of Dogs
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Dear Miss Sow and Sow,

I am
A closing down Sales
50% Off
Buy one get one free
A locum tenens
An lost value to the surplus of produce. 

Do you fancy to be
One of the Seven Dwarf Virgins
To CTRL + ALT + DEL
A trajectory of an ancient Civilization 

Let us not plough deep over the bones of the dead poets
Let us not open any pandora boxes
Let me not bore you with Books of Jumanji

I will not tire you with the paradises of Big Bang Autistic gardens
I will not tire you with the Mahabharata virtues of Friends
I will not scar you putting you through the Galapagos Love Islands

Be my companion for the vagrant trails
Let us fly away from the overcrowded Indus Valley
Let us sample the flora and fauna of all fords of sleepy villages

Stale Beers give hiccups
Music makes my ears sweat
Words twists my innards
Cosmic rumblings tears my eyes

Let us ameliorate the traumas of history
By well punctuated colours of transmission
Let us laugh at the follies of Mecca Maxima hub of beauty produces

Let us detour , let us detour
To the bowels of earth
To the Ivy trails of Witches gardens
Old queens have fallen down the rabbit holes

I have immersed by bodies in 41 degree Fahrenheit’s baths
Hung your heart out on the Walking boots
Fresh Access Northwind databases shall sing tunes to our purple loves

The thousand names of anxiety
The thousand names of anger
The thousand names of pain
Needs some assistance to compose a fresh music of love and healing 

Away from control and restraints
Breakaway trainings
Narratives that thrive on anxieties of its own prophecies
Let us make Humanities serve science as its love stricken husband 

Let us find new erogenous zones to kiss
Let us explore new ways of dying cheerfully
Teach me how to end a love note
While you are are preening yourself for next cycles of love.

Art Work : Dr. L. Arun.