Sex And Spirituality Poem by Binu Mathew

All objects and organs are meant for use in time,
Not for museums, to be showcased in rust and dust.
So are pleasures of flesh and blood in prime,
To feed, breed and quench thirst for love and lust!

It's meditation, turning two into one flesh in synergy,
Like streams merging to form river, in communion,
With nature and drift downstream. It's renewable energy,
From heat, wind and tidal waves to fuel spiritual union!

It's the essence of holy sacrament; central to relation,
A balm to body, exhausted in hard day's toil, to heal,
Tired muscles and turbulent mind. It's natural medication,
To rock to sleep, like babies in cradle, after a meal!

Rituals rarely unite as this holy act. It's a cure to fight,
Divorce and separation cos mating birds seldom fight!