Catharsis: Love Mantra Poem by Newton Ranaweera

Ah, ‘Love'! a lover's repeated mantra!
I see me mutter it, just now, very now,
sighing like a busy, burning furnace,
scrolling lines with aching, grieving woes.
She, like a charmed worm, wriggles, snorts,
Floating on a fluffy, velvety cloud.

Is this repeated mantra pricier like a jewel:
a sapphire, a diamond, pregnant with
quintuplets? I know she never touched,
- she grieves! - a sapphire or a diamond.
Even necklaces howl at her golden neck —
It's only a dream: a fluffy, airy dream,
A snorting, never wakening, dream.

When I say, "Love", LUST - in me
SMILES: luscious, vicious, LUST —
that stays like a cat-snake, light red,
cool inside "Love", coiled - hiding —
its head in mid of his slithering body,
and approaches its prey - the victim
of love - STRAIGHT! - straight at night.

Jealousy, the quintuplet brother of Lust,
chuckles on hearing my mantra, 'Love',
"There exists a hairy thinness between
Love and Me. We're quintuplets".
On my face, jealousy reads sky-rising
Flames in Troy and in an ivory pearl,

And I see Theseus puffing a mount
of flames at Hippolytus
and Love drowning in rising flames —
and other two quintuplet brothers moving,
blindfolded, round and round the dazzling pyre.