MICROPOEMS
-
Ram Krishna Singh (India)
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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