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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