A Look Into You

Whenever I look at you full
'Tis not you I look at.
I look deep inside you
Inside your flesh and skin,
There, inside, hidden in some
Deepest corner of your decaying rotten flesh
Lies the heart, the touch and the feel;
That only the deities can possess
And only Heaven can dream to have;
When I look at you,
'Tis that I look at...


When I thrush my face
Between the stinking rotten set of meat
I search for that Heavenly Touch...


I only wanted that...wanted that to be mine,
Mine alone....all mine.


The Heart, the Touch and Feel....
You are all that....


And nothing but that!






(A Tribute to a friend, may be whose abode is in some other universe....Far..Far From This Madding Crowd)