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celebration of the membrane
I open my eyes
in the morning
they
burn
itch
pain
from having lost
too much of water
'but it's all right'
I tell myself
a global phenomenon
as the homes face
the scarcity
of water
the oceans swell
with a largesse
I try not to think of
the world
and last night
(of course)
but my neurons are
fast
trained
rebellious
like the mujahidin kids
from Hindkush
They bring back thoughts-
random and arresting
thoughts which assault me
as I assuage them
with the hard water
that flows softly from
the pure-alloy-
silver-plated-
French-tap
the thoughts-of her-
they keep coming
time and again
in perfect asymmetry
as I close my eyes
She had said she loved me
and that she meant it
and in return I loved her
full and deep
for-a-day
I had kissed her breast
felt her heart-
alive
throbbing
pounding
conveying her feelings
in cryptic codes
I wish they had been
binary
But no, I can't complain
as I was loved
and let to love
for-a-day
It's all that matters
a p a r t f r o m
the heady smell of
expensive cologne-
body oil-
soap- with-her-sweat
which kept on eating
my hunger
like a famished beast
and in return made me
one of its own.
(or a piece?)
I see the world
as a chess word
squares of black
squares of white
everything
seemingly
fair and square
Realization
dawns on me
the whole universe
conspires
and will do so
Suddenly all seems grey
(laughter)
you can't get it coloured
inside upmarket parlours
by the experts
like she does once
in a couple of months
strings of gold and copper
sewn to her scalp
to make her look like
a ravishing sex goddess
one to be taken to the altar
and worshipped
with offerings of male spunk
till e-t-e-r-n-i-t-y
or maybe just to appeal
to the prospective clients
and induce them
to lucrative deals
of paper and power
Realization
dawns post apocalypse
sans horsemen or
dust storms
And I am told that
the whole universe
conspires
while mankind aspires
I start to dream
of distant farm houses
in remote countries
of a stolen summer noon
of smoked fish and wine
and engagingly fleeting
m o m e n t s
of intimacy in the study-
her gold and copper
making perfect contrast
in the soft darkness
of the comatose noon
ceaseless
aspiration
perspiration
desperation
Desire and devotion-
separated by a
thin membrane
thinner than the hymen
thicker than faith
I feel claustrophobic
(inside)
the soft membrane
a fetus traversing
in the murk
of base desire
But kisses are not harmful
like fishes
I am not allergic to them
never have been.
Published 3rd Jan 2012
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3rd Jan 2012 8:38pm
3rd Jan 2012 9:29pm
Kym
:) That was so sweet.
I know you are.
And this feeling is
not what I feel. Not
me.
Love.
Curtsy,
S'
:) That was so sweet.
I know you are.
And this feeling is
not what I feel. Not
me.
Love.
Curtsy,
S'
3rd Jan 2012 10:46pm
...of the peacock and rising of the phoenix. Dreamy prismatic colours. An amalgamation of it and you. I hear the screams of Tibetan eagles...haha! How majestic and look what they eat!
4th Jan 2012 1:21pm
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- Edited 13th Sep 2018 6:45am
3rd Jan 2012 11:59pm
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4th Jan 2012 1:23pm
