Staring at dried
stains of the last night's act
drenched in shower
--R.K.SINGH
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
INVIGILATION
Even if I looked
at her between Naked Lunch
and invigilation
I couldn't compose a poem
on sweat drenching her breasts
--R.K.SINGH
at her between Naked Lunch
and invigilation
I couldn't compose a poem
on sweat drenching her breasts
--R.K.SINGH
Sunday, October 4, 2009
SOME POEMS
1.
I feel her hyaline influx
in my deep love leaps
from the soul with subtle glows
her breath runs through my veins:
this vassal of the flesh blushes
as I drink the infinite in her
2.
I clasp your hands
and feel the blood
running savagely
through your arteries
in tulip silence
3.
Is it the perfume
or your body
that makes the night
drunken?
your lush lips
ripple fire
in beautiful silence
your fragrance radiates
flowers and water
can I seek
my voice
in your breasts?
4.
Spring’s full youth
he unbuttons
her printed skirt
on red cushion
feels autumn
dropping down
the leaves of year
at the centre incline
like a twisted stem
at the end
wind dries up
a few more prints
5.
When I asked
to open her secret
she showed me thumb
I thought
she would return
love for love
6.
Love is
to wash your hand
before touching the penis
in obeisance to lingam
the climax of creation
love is
to gather molecules
of happiness in flesh
and merge in rapture
to propitiate Shiva
7.
Each night in the island
of my little bed I enter
sensing sex like octopus
squeeze her with all my fingers
to bridge the gap
between dream and vision
set sail, and shipwrecked
unfree the tensions
in monsoony mist
search door in the wall or
gather diaspora of continents
in a hidden landscape
as a wild mystic explore
her privates with handgun
and land on fresh islands
each night in my little bed
8.
I knock at your body’s door
or peep into the room
through the little crack
for a bit of love
squeezing my rise above
the cynosure and reduce
to a drop at the labial depth
9.
As I curled ‘long her
we became a small rainbow
playing earth and sky
in half-dream weaving
legends of love in moments
unmemoried years
10.
Blessed is
the bedroom
the bathroom
the kitchen
the drawing room
the terrace
the lawn
and every little
place and spot
where we prayed
or sexed together
we glorified our house
and declared His mysteries
11.
My wife laughs when I say
man seldom loves beauty:
when he sees a woman
he only sees her busts and bottoms
and length of bone in mouth
intelletualising his itches
he yearns to sink in mud
by the fig-leaf hue of hair
12.
Love without clothes
without bone has
a joy within:
soft smooth and full
like the mind
creative and
erogenous
13.
When I inhale in
your mouth and exhale stroking
hairs or caressing
I ride you into joy and
make you hail the morning like earth
14.
Can’t you drop your saree
and all that conspires to conceal
your nudity, my love
forsake your modesty
and see the naked passion in
my eyes seeking freedom
to unite and transform
the night through body’s dark alleys
don’t you love your freedom?
15.
Scratching between his legs
he crept towards the fence
and said something to her
gawd, in a minute
I see her tending the blouse
half-hidden by roses
--R.K.SINGH
I feel her hyaline influx
in my deep love leaps
from the soul with subtle glows
her breath runs through my veins:
this vassal of the flesh blushes
as I drink the infinite in her
2.
I clasp your hands
and feel the blood
running savagely
through your arteries
in tulip silence
3.
Is it the perfume
or your body
that makes the night
drunken?
your lush lips
ripple fire
in beautiful silence
your fragrance radiates
flowers and water
can I seek
my voice
in your breasts?
4.
Spring’s full youth
he unbuttons
her printed skirt
on red cushion
feels autumn
dropping down
the leaves of year
at the centre incline
like a twisted stem
at the end
wind dries up
a few more prints
5.
When I asked
to open her secret
she showed me thumb
I thought
she would return
love for love
6.
Love is
to wash your hand
before touching the penis
in obeisance to lingam
the climax of creation
love is
to gather molecules
of happiness in flesh
and merge in rapture
to propitiate Shiva
7.
Each night in the island
of my little bed I enter
sensing sex like octopus
squeeze her with all my fingers
to bridge the gap
between dream and vision
set sail, and shipwrecked
unfree the tensions
in monsoony mist
search door in the wall or
gather diaspora of continents
in a hidden landscape
as a wild mystic explore
her privates with handgun
and land on fresh islands
each night in my little bed
8.
I knock at your body’s door
or peep into the room
through the little crack
for a bit of love
squeezing my rise above
the cynosure and reduce
to a drop at the labial depth
9.
As I curled ‘long her
we became a small rainbow
playing earth and sky
in half-dream weaving
legends of love in moments
unmemoried years
10.
Blessed is
the bedroom
the bathroom
the kitchen
the drawing room
the terrace
the lawn
and every little
place and spot
where we prayed
or sexed together
we glorified our house
and declared His mysteries
11.
My wife laughs when I say
man seldom loves beauty:
when he sees a woman
he only sees her busts and bottoms
and length of bone in mouth
intelletualising his itches
he yearns to sink in mud
by the fig-leaf hue of hair
12.
Love without clothes
without bone has
a joy within:
soft smooth and full
like the mind
creative and
erogenous
13.
When I inhale in
your mouth and exhale stroking
hairs or caressing
I ride you into joy and
make you hail the morning like earth
14.
Can’t you drop your saree
and all that conspires to conceal
your nudity, my love
forsake your modesty
and see the naked passion in
my eyes seeking freedom
to unite and transform
the night through body’s dark alleys
don’t you love your freedom?
15.
Scratching between his legs
he crept towards the fence
and said something to her
gawd, in a minute
I see her tending the blouse
half-hidden by roses
--R.K.SINGH
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
MORE PRINTS
Spring's full youth
he unbuttons
her printed skirt
on red cushion
feels autumn
dropping down
the leaves of year
at the centre incline
like a twisted stem
at the end
wind dries up
a few more prints
--R.K.SINGH
he unbuttons
her printed skirt
on red cushion
feels autumn
dropping down
the leaves of year
at the centre incline
like a twisted stem
at the end
wind dries up
a few more prints
--R.K.SINGH
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
ABSTINENCE
You and I alive
in cold winter night feeling
warmth of your body
through erect nipples
after days of abstinence
--R.K.SINGH
in cold winter night feeling
warmth of your body
through erect nipples
after days of abstinence
--R.K.SINGH
WATER CURTAIN
The wind lifts
her curved nudity hidden
in the water curtain:
I touch the strings that whisper
love in each falling drop
--R.K.SINGH
her curved nudity hidden
in the water curtain:
I touch the strings that whisper
love in each falling drop
--R.K.SINGH
Monday, June 29, 2009
BEADS OF SWEAT
The beads of sweat
on her breasts do not touch
her years or face
in candle light her shadow
is more restrained than my thought
--R.K.SINGH
on her breasts do not touch
her years or face
in candle light her shadow
is more restrained than my thought
--R.K.SINGH
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
IT'S NOT AGEING
It's not ageing
but eternal delight:
you under me
smooth belly nude necking
slow stroking parting flesh
R.K.SINGH
but eternal delight:
you under me
smooth belly nude necking
slow stroking parting flesh
R.K.SINGH
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
SOME EROTIC HAIKU
Her smile triggers
fire in the loins--
sunbathing nude
Craving for a lick
of the salt on her skin
to become one with her
With head between breasts
and hand on her genital
crouching in midnight
Panting through kisses
convulses her body--
rhythmic petting
With fearing finger
touches her to reach the clit:
slides...soft...hard...slow...fast
First he, then she
wipes the post-coital shit
with underwear
Continuing
after ejaculation--
anticlimax
Every breath
love in action--
fire in hole
Fondling the breasts
I incite a poem
on her body
The aching limbs and
blood dripping between the thighs:
lovemaking postponed
Waving down
a leaf settles between
her breasts
Clad in swimsuit
her body in water sweeps
waltzing ripplets
Crouches out of bath
with hand on the genital
covering shame
Her firm no to my
feeling the plump softness of
the breasts after bath
With her breasts bobbing
up and down she challenges
the moon as she walks
Her thighs
resting place for the head
on bed
The wind lifts
her curved nudity:
water curtain
Hits the ball
in the tennis court
erect nipples
Mouth open
to lick her ice cream
brown tongue
The young maid
giving her nightie
another spin
Through erect nipples
feeling the warmth of your body
days of abstinence
After the tumble
buried between the sheets
left over passion
Seeks music in
love's masturbating keys
at his bed's foot
Sees in light
the smuts of the nightly act
on his underwear
After lovemaking
stains of dried urine
naked lunch
He stands before
the nude Venus awaiting
her gown to fall
Buying penis cone
to celebrate his manhood:
wall decoration
Staring at the huge
stone penis at Shinto shrine--
two female lovers
Raising her saree
above the thighs she bends to ease
and blocks my way
Night's passage
on the beach with her
silky sting
Images converge
on the mirage of body
molded yoni
Awaking
before the climax
the other woman
Smells
in the dropped clothing
her bra
Leaves him alone
to escape daily rape in bed
his wife
--R.K.SINGH
fire in the loins--
sunbathing nude
Craving for a lick
of the salt on her skin
to become one with her
With head between breasts
and hand on her genital
crouching in midnight
Panting through kisses
convulses her body--
rhythmic petting
With fearing finger
touches her to reach the clit:
slides...soft...hard...slow...fast
First he, then she
wipes the post-coital shit
with underwear
Continuing
after ejaculation--
anticlimax
Every breath
love in action--
fire in hole
Fondling the breasts
I incite a poem
on her body
The aching limbs and
blood dripping between the thighs:
lovemaking postponed
Waving down
a leaf settles between
her breasts
Clad in swimsuit
her body in water sweeps
waltzing ripplets
Crouches out of bath
with hand on the genital
covering shame
Her firm no to my
feeling the plump softness of
the breasts after bath
With her breasts bobbing
up and down she challenges
the moon as she walks
Her thighs
resting place for the head
on bed
The wind lifts
her curved nudity:
water curtain
Hits the ball
in the tennis court
erect nipples
Mouth open
to lick her ice cream
brown tongue
The young maid
giving her nightie
another spin
Through erect nipples
feeling the warmth of your body
days of abstinence
After the tumble
buried between the sheets
left over passion
Seeks music in
love's masturbating keys
at his bed's foot
Sees in light
the smuts of the nightly act
on his underwear
After lovemaking
stains of dried urine
naked lunch
He stands before
the nude Venus awaiting
her gown to fall
Buying penis cone
to celebrate his manhood:
wall decoration
Staring at the huge
stone penis at Shinto shrine--
two female lovers
Raising her saree
above the thighs she bends to ease
and blocks my way
Night's passage
on the beach with her
silky sting
Images converge
on the mirage of body
molded yoni
Awaking
before the climax
the other woman
Smells
in the dropped clothing
her bra
Leaves him alone
to escape daily rape in bed
his wife
--R.K.SINGH
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