SKIN DEEP

We are our vices,
We, our sins,
The wild blood gushing
Beneath shades of skins.
Anarchic truths
In streamlined lies,
Dissembled grunts
Behind plaintive sighs.
Wild chase trapped
In a maidenly stride,
Disturbing hues conjuring
An illusive daylight.


We are amorous
Fanatic desires,
Secretly jeering
From tempting smiles,
Nails preaching claws and palms preaching paws,
To be what is not,
To be skin deep wise.

-SMITA