JANUARY CARNIVALS: DAY 15, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, LIKE A RUINED VESSEL

Like a ruined vessel,

without an anchoring

in the deep ocean; a love,

struggles in the storm;

for an inner desire,

for a vision; It’s for a gaze

on woman's gorgeous,

soft curves, half covered;

a light, pinkish, piercing pause;

Its for a glimpse over exposed;

Within an embrace of love and affection,

everything gets so wild It looks out,

innocently over the aperture of the blue dress, mild;

Her long coiled, black curls,

lips, cheeks and face are so tempting;

Lust is always in its initiative,

and a longing for my death is inviting.