Tuesday, December 15, 2009

SHOWER

Staring at dried
stains of the last night's act
drenched in shower



--R.K.SINGH

Monday, October 26, 2009

LOVE

Burying softly
his teeth on her neck:
love in veins


--R.K.SINGH

SILK GAUGE

A thin moon
on her neck hides love
in silk gauge


--R.K.SINGH

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

WARMTH

Autumn chill--
warmth between the thighs
not allowed


--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

Thursday, September 24, 2009

BEACH

On the beach
she combs her long hair:
Aphrodite

--R.K.SINGH

Thursday, September 3, 2009

WAILING

Rutting dogs
sleepless the whole night--
cries for sex


--R.K.SINGH

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Under white light
dressing off her shoulders
musky scent up

--R.K.SINGH

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

She doesn't lick
the pimples on his scrotum:
post-lunch whiff


--R.K.SINGH

SMILING

Smiling
in my closed eyes
the nude

--R.K.SINGH

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

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

NUDE KISSES

Still night
nude kisses in park
images haunt


--R.K.SINGH

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

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

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

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

SMILE

Sensing sex
in her pink smile
long talk short


--R.K.SINGH

Sunday, June 14, 2009

A LEAF

Waving down
a leaf settles between
her breasts


--R.K.SINGH

STRAINED

Her shapely figure
in orange blouse and blue jeans
strained at the hips


--R.K.SINGH

HE STANDS

He stands before
the nude venus awaiting
her gown to drop

--R.K.SINGH

Her Man

Still a child
embracing a breast
sleeps her man

--R.K.SINGH

Saturday, June 13, 2009

THIN MOON

A thin moon
on her neck hides love
in silk gauge

--R.K.SINGH

CURLS

He sees art
in her wanton dress--
crawling curls


--R.K.SINGH

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

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