street rose
.
aroma
of hunger
wafting thru
eyes
dancing on
my restless guilt
.
oozing rashes
painted red
framed with
dried cum
on thin thighs
.
thorns
which pierce
not the skin
but the heart
sheathed
.
in laughter
that shatters
on the windshield
on rolled up glasses
.
keeping me
safe
.
far away
from the
forbidden touch
.
9 comments:
y do u wanna stay away???
dont we all, my friend? safe behind viels we weave with the key board???
me, I am not brave to touch...but I cant walk away either (remember Dylan..? :))
hmmnn...
love the way your words flow...
have you ever seen the ocean at night...it looks like black black silk and it flows with a smooth fluidity which makes you feel that you want to jump into it and let the silk cocoon you...
this poem gives me that feeling...
beautiful...
:-)
preeti: you are so right...that ocean is the silky dark underside of the society...we cant pretend it doesnt exist...sometimes we engage, articulate, dive into it and feel it..like your post on FGM.
hmmnnn...
isnt is strange how people accept everything, knowing fully well that what they have accepted is actually wrong...
ah i totally agree wid preetis last comment...it so hit my chord!!!
btw smthn await u on my blog :)
P: agree...all of us do to some extend...degree varies
Mayz!!! thanks ....:))) takes a bow!
are u the new maynard????
ra: hmmm...he is a genius in his own inimitable way...I am nowhere near :)))
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