Brothers and Sisters of the Brothel.

,The sane ones walked down the lane

,searching only for wonders

;slurped within the rivulets of reek

,A journey embarked with open eyes

,sheathed with wants so bright

,blinded and held with sires of yore

,the desired waited 

.with boredom and lores

,Touching the contours

,with paint and gold

,shimmers and wrinkles

;kissed hands and folds

,The chambers had opened

,for the shivering dark

;and brought with it the faulty marks

,Yet, oh yet, there were sighs and screams

;of horror and pain and desire seldom lain

,Reduced to two sides of the same species

,Men and women and women and men

.whispering in similes and lying in claim

,Men to women and women to men,in the cold

-whispering together through the mold

,I am your craziness implied to be told"

".You are my madness never to unfold