Winter Confessions

Those extra kisses
were stolen
and gathered
for the next winter
which was to see me
put my hands
in my pocket
and not in your hands

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Black of The Night

The black of the night
hisses
to the gallops
of heart

The delights of the town
have all fled away
to settle for the excess
that got borrowed
during love

Bubbles pricked
laughters languished
sadness
like a sweetheart follows

Sufferers in equal-
we in love then,
I suffer now
alone


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Mute Mostly

The silent able body-

capable of
being run over by truck,
smashed by bike,
pierced by bull,
caved upon by roof,
smeared by cow dung

This silent docile body
capable
of so many adventures
right next corner


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Whiskey Whispers

Servile to gravity, your breasts
part their ways when you lie down
as if is willing to accommodate
any fucking face that would want to

I don't like it.

I prefer you standing up
It ensures a discretion.
A discrimination with others
through your look,
this huge barrier,
which
only I am allowed to trespass


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Words etc.

With ineptness of language
and pitifully limited understanding
of things
what is it that I can offer you
in true sincerity that you might understand
and reciprocate
with your own set of chosen words
and chanced upon knowledge
earnestly engraved on books?

To live in dichotomy
of torment and love
none of which can be desired
or driven away by words etc.
in a true sense is hard.

Lets pledge to be solemnly sensuals
and not conveniently consensuals


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