The Afternoon Darkens Early in Khajhuraho

I wake with fear in the temple of which I do not know
day night, not sure, all round the copulation still gush flow
my head pains blazen hurt, lust drunk, much too much too much too
keep it going going no one looks up, it’s not about me and or you

Is it possible I have had enough
all round I see town folks carnal pursuit
too crude each practice shows the heart gone rough
my mind fights off temptation’s carnal root

Retreat advances, lust I feel suffocated
no sacred union survives here, each all channel wife man man wife wife man
hungry energy cannot hide their eyes devastated
discontinue if they wanted, I do not think they can

hour after hours since I stopped, intoxication from me falls
why are there less and less people around?
as more and more carving form perfect on the temple walls
so life like each character their stone body carved so perfect never found

my eyes do not deceive, I do see what I see
these are not costumes but animals
no mask but head of cow, of goat of monkey
all actions inside are of the surrender rituals

the shadow mans words haunt my thought full
“Once round altars path like the rest you’ll go, stone and sand you will be”
I now know what it means, once one’s carnal in every temple,
turned to stone they be, our souls fill the wall never to be free

must stop, the animal gods and their sacrifice
must stop, the towns people and their lethal vice
must stop, the intoxication, this is not my time my soul must be free
must stop, my temptation is real, my eyes open but I must not see

Danger, danger, danger, danger, danger, and then back creeps temptation