Ecstasy – 2


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yet another citrus night

moon, sliced lemon garnish

in the tequila sky

behind the undraped window

my body

 melted cream

 titillating

achingly damp

clinging sheer satin

 a veil of mist

half revealing

  candles burn

  flames flicker

shadows  dance

in the midst of

throbs of  pain

that pleasure seeks

 yet another ritual begins

but this time for love

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Four Assorted Short Poems


1

let’s hold hands and lie still on moist green grass

and watch the eagle fly in the clear blue sky

let’s chase the butterflies among the wild daisies

caressed by the soft breeze

let’s catch the edge of a rose tinted cloud

and float on the moon beams upon the waves.

Today let’s just lose ourselves.


2

the splintered day  ends

now the night will come dressed in shreds

tugging  its  blanket of stars

and on its frayed ends

a pale and lonely moon



3

people see my life

as an exquisitely embroidered shawl

they see the rich hues and  arabesques

of the outer layer

admire the  intricately woven patterns

on its smooth silken surface

but it is I who  feels alone

the inconvenient knots and tangled threads

of inner side


4

passionate verses

seductively sway

on  moonlit walls

artistic masterpieces

with every stroke

they merge and flow

rise and fall

a rhythmic ritual

aphrodisiac

yet

spiritual

 our shadows on fire

the blazing dreams of desire

These Old Shades


 

I saw

Pictures

inside old albums

that had been hidden away from me

purposely

Your pictures

which he doesn’t know I have seen

Maybe he thought of  changing them

but then just could not

and even if he had

a face like yours will remain in his memory

etched forever

In his songs I feel your presence

The song you sang together

watching many a  sunsets

from the verdant hills

of  that quiet little town

I get the whiff of your fragrance

each time he twirls  a  glass of wine sensuously

and raises it to his lips

You are present in the

soft smile that starts from

the corners of his mouth

and reaches his eyes

You are always present

in the mirror

infront of which

he stops to take a last glance

before he steps out of house

and in the first rays of morning sun

that play on his body

as he sleeps

Often. I wonder

If the nights

we spent together

match the magic of those

spent with you

Did the fire that sets his body

aflame with passion

kindle you

and sent the sparks floating in the air

I think it did

I can see how he would have

made love to you

in his controlled manner

for he tries that with me

I  feel his hunger

fueled by ravenous passion

his readiness to devour

my voluptuous  body

( he always loved his women to be a mouthful)

I feel it reaching a crescendo

and then it diminishes

And yet

his craving rises

craving to consume your body

as I lie next to him

consumed by the  ghost of you

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