Senses

Flooding sight,
Rhythmic dances of light,
Swaying to melodies of the sky.

Suddenly it reveals,
Demons behind its curtains,
Howling gravity at one’s feet.

Sweet is the taste of fruit,
Nestled on inviting hands.
Innocence in its grace.

Alas, it turns bitter and evil,
From juices forbidden, spiting.
From arms subduing, lustful.

Bring unto me,
A breath without smoke,
A heartbeat without knives.

I beseech you!
Senses! Give me clarity!
I cannot take the lies.

- Rasui Akira