When a poet wrestled with bringing sublimity–
as beautiful as divinity–
to an erotic piece,
in its supreme abode Creativity smiled, telling :
“I abhor lavishing the little touch of mine
on elevating female beauty to a heavenly song;
or on raising your secret nights to the pedestal
of the divine throne;
I’m not a fruit that you take pride in
cutting in interesting forms, or a cloth
you design with your fashion marvel.
when the spirit triumphs over matter!
Don’t be surprised then
why I came to you in a drop.”