Tuesday, November 6, 2012

tempest































make this night stay
make this night stay
don't let it go
make sure it does not leave

here,
let me hold your hand
as you extend your arm
to clasp the night 

in your palm

the colour 
of the night
black
blue
dark blue
and 
a sprinkle of
white

colours of the night
daub
your hands

squeeze the night
squeeze it harder
till your knuckles
blush

constrict the night
till its colours ooze
transude

smother it
till the night has 
beads of sweat
on its forehead
upper lip
tip of the nose

smother it
till
it has no choice but
to open its mouth 
to breathe
and raise its hips 
to meet the thick
oxygen halo
looming
right above

make it 
lick
its drying lips
make them 
part
so that we can feed it
forcibly, if needed
pills of ecstasy 

wrench
the night
this sweetly thick 
musky night
take away it colours

wrench it hard
till its colours
ooze 
transude

a saturated sponge
this night
needs to be relieved
of its dark dark dark beauty

makes those colours
run up your wrist
your forearm
your underarm
your collarbone
your neck
your face
your eyes

i will catch them
when they reach your lips
and drink the colours
along with you

as we sit
alongside ourselves
watching us
sipping on the night
from our
primitive cups

we shall watch
the colours of the night
enter you
running down your throat
to your satin stomach
to the inside of your thighs

we'll let the night
and its colours
believe
that they both 
can escape

but
just when they think
they really can

we'll trap the colours
of the night
between our hips

and take these liquidly colours 
and grind them
to a fine fine powder

and smear it all over our bodies
covering every inch
of our skin

our mouths full
our nostrils flaring
the pores on our skin
breathing 
inhaling the night
and its colours
black
blue
dark blue
and 
a sprinkle of
white

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

submergence

i need to write
i need to write a poem
but it would only be anything 
completely meaningful
if i write it all over you

all over your bare skin

the meters and rhymes and rhythms and verses
when they end and where they begin
would take care of themselves 
as they bend around the curves and arches 
of your body
hugging your fluent breasts
turning towards your eloquent hips
falling at your feet
rising to your lips
around your back
wrapped tight

the mole on your neck
a punctuation mark
asking me to pause
take my time...

rapacious games

the dizziness 
that comes from being 
half asleep 
and fully awake

the rasp
that comes with early early mornings
punctuated
underlined 
by the soft creaking of the bed

the indents 
on the mattress 
and the pillow
growing deeper
like they have a secret love affair 
of their own 
going on

so completely unaware 
of the two people on them

trying 
to make and find and explore 
their secrets 
in each other

grating
satiating
but never enough
thank god it is never enough

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

falderal





















calloused skin
calloused now
tender once
responsive too

not any more
not any more

calloused care
calloused love
calloused conversations

calloused like
cold weak coffee 
in a tea cup
with a broken saucer
an absent pout 
and an uncomfortable handle

chapped flesh
chapped now
ready to rise, once
even at the slightest hint 
of anticipation

not any more
not any more

chapped optic fibres
chapped digitized images
chapped bytes, never taken

chapped like
the autumn leaf
with toothless blades
collapsed veins
and a defeated midrib

numb arms
and numb legs
lifted once
spread-eagled  too


not any more
not any more

numb medication
numb marrow in the bones
numb dull throb

numb like 
the wishing well
at the centre of the skeletal town
decrepit 
with wishes lying at the bottom
stagnant lost forever paying
the cost of a dead dime

this is it
this is it



is it?

wish it's not
thinking it is

knowing

nothing

calloused 
chapped
numb
desires

being sadistic
with themselves

sad with pleasure
happily sick with pain
longing 
for an outer body experience

pathetic
compilation of dead living cells
their temerity
such self-love
incredulous
all in vain

this skin
this flesh
these limbs
are broken

but never can they 
break free

try if you have to
try
drill the callous
shred the chap
cudgel the numb

and all you'l still get
is a broken 
piece of you
further 
broken into two

this skin
this flesh
these limbs
are broken

but never can they 
break free