if you are a man, woman is Iblees

She said-in this Eden, if you are the man, I must be Iblees

& if Paradise is Passion's thriving, no Prophet is of Peace

Blind boob-latching baby to my sex's inner child
You tame yet my body by but driving my heart wild!

Clueless on the uptake, cursed to be content with a blind conatus to pursue

Flowering Ashokas off a cliff-edge- Lefkadian but Glue
Bhartrhari's ax, by its own sandal scent, scandalously beguiled

As ever, old Adam, to his ana-theos, 'bala' replied.

Envoi-

Midons! Khora akhoraton is mere peripatetic Tupperware meaning tho' nice boys can be silly
Higher than Lanka's Virodha bhakta is Janaka's Maithili!