My Poems published in Creative Flight Journal, Vol. 5, No.2, October 2024
FREAKY BODIES
Mood of the moment
seductive in dullness
eternal eros:
changing constantly inside
now says she hates my scent
taunting the old pain
in the brothel of bed
kitchen or shower
she fears the freaky bodies
snaky arousal and peak
through sucking hisses
thuds and soft screams repeated
in sync dripping down
until next round of silence
with back to each other
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ABRUPT NOTES
Intentionally layered
internally fragmented
queer antics:
she builds up her own
sexual toolkit to prove
how coward man is
she sees a rapist
in each man detests
the male smell but trusts
one night stand
with deep thrust
long erections
and climax control
for blood to soak smoothly
she sits shrouded
in her see-through pink gown
on the terrace
inviting autumn winds
for longer stopover
just to accuse the artist
of invading her body
she curses a young bull
for obstructing her way
in the street shouts at hawkers
and, yet another
at eighty re-imagines
fading memories
with snaky radiance
to break a new dawn
my friend says
the dynamics change:
there’s a before
and an after
to feel life
I say yes, but I’m tired
of walking and writing
what I watch
I’m no tout to comfort
or restore the faith
of a dwindling flock in heat
culling is convenient
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MICROPOEMS
she gives him the push
when he says sex starving
is a greater sin
than fasting for his long life
or praying to the lingam
***
after a tiff
lying under the same blanket
two of us stare
the peeping moon and turn
with glee to each other
***
shaped like a bird
a drop of water lands
on her breast:
my breath jumps to kiss it
before her pelvic flick
***
weaving no web
a dark fishing spider
mates in the creek
and curls up hanging from the twat
in one-shot deal
***
glowing with sweat
her muscles tighten up
and the toes curl
breathing gets heavier
trembling…twitching…ecstasy
***
Stains of honeymoon
the sun and clouds:
sky’s gentle embrace
time can’t erase
hues of passion
***
I clasp your hands
and feel the blood
running savagely
through your arteries
in tulip silence
***
her beauty
smells the soil that sings
grace in look:
I whisper my heart and chase
the glow her shadow spreads
***
the wind lifts
her curved nudity
in the water curtain
I touch the strings that whisper
love in each falling drop
***
unquenched thirst
more and more indulgence:
momentary pleasure
she says it’s enough now
rein the horse and seek the missed
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