#WritcoPoemPrompt19
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath...
Turning it into polite gaze .
With materialistic desire and passionate encounter ,
Winding golden logs with sanguine vows around ,
Tornado in heart and Whirlpool in soul ,
Mustering up spirits and waking up embodiment ,
With happiness in eyes and abode to motherland ,
Amidst celestial bands pious life begins with folded arms ,
Son of God may lead unto the escalator to heaven .