Contemplating Psychosomatic Alleries to Fragrant Flowers

"Why did you leave?" she sweetly requires
as her hips sway across like the sun.
Her face-smile a distant memory
a shade that haunts me for what Ive done.

I'm spiraling in decay
slowly sliding into the oceans gizzard
and I have no coffin to lay my dreams upon.
Call me Ishmael, call me a fool
at this point hearing your voice would
pacify the self-destructive tantric dance
I find myself in.

"Why did you leave me" she cries out
and my mind can not contain
thoughts like sultry swats draw
cuts across my face.
Did you not realize I was Heaven sent?

Devdas drank himself to death, because of
societies ill-conceived barriers, I lament.

I now think I know what Ravana must
have realized, after the Lord's arrow struck
a mortal blow.
Fear and Pride are but our biggest enemies.

Why do we push away in fear?
Why did I act allergic,
when the lotus flowers bloomed
and allowed me to bathe in their fragrant smell.