She Bites Me,Yet I Do Not Retreat

Insects dissect
Worms invade Beauty`s bermaids
There`s no ugliness,there`s no beauty
Silence and darkness gives rise to lights
and happiness;insects dissect;butterflies
partake in plays of performing Cycles
There`s no birth;there`s no death;you`re but
just passing thread;threading your way to
repeatations and remnants
Insects dissect;diseases bisect in infinite
faiths,sects,stars coming,dying late
Sahara sheds tears of sandy tales
Arti wakes up dreaming of uneasy,unknown face
Tears of torments gush through her chaste
breasts I lay awake all nights reading Holy
Quran,Geeta,Bible
I cannot sleep;I come out to have some more
sips the bed feels so warm,cosy,inviting
the pretty youngen kitten talks in her sleep
I slip away;she bites me;yet i do not retreat.