Nausea...

a broom
dips and highs-
as lavender flowers
on crumpled stole bloomed;

kissed- the first time;
Amethyst was the colour.
pale greenness
moon beams abundant...

parched dry the tongue
at the roof of  mouth;
eyes; that drooped like wilted lotus
his lips down the throat

into the dark eyes
saliva from his mouth froze
almonds like sore nipples
burning womb

a dark secret-silent lover lingering
every night...

DIPS and HIGHS!

My flesh sweet oil-

against the sun
i close the shutters
abode, home, nest, lair

Tomorrow-
The phone is dead
an open line...

Hiccups-

scented desire
sweat in its vapors
against his lips his teeth his tongue
smell of his deodorant real.;
the pale pink insides
stings; soothes-
between the desert sand
the color
of your Denied child!

among green fields
like pinpricks
DNA of loss!

a kiss- Any-more!

Dark lush hair
caressing your ankles...

tethered dreams
hatred seethe
virgin nausea
truth-
of your thighs
the silent demand
flower garlands of jasmine-


Painting by Rabindranath Tagore.

Beyond..

(chasing her yellow laughter
a boy would catch butterflies)


the drying buds
of roses silent curled,

wafting aroma of cinnamon sticks
somewhere ...
eying the jars of spices
in the quiet of an afternoon



a navy sky grows weary of the blue...

Moon Flower..

tinkling of my bangles

the salty smell of your ocean

footfalls echo somewhere deep down...

keeping secrets
wrapped in a threadbare shawl;
parched with thirst
She opens her heart
a princess with never a crown
dances wild; dances free
bridges of Madison county-


a tire hiss in the tangled night
fireflies lurk,caught beneath an imposing moon..

P.S

i located this painting in the blog..http://janettmarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/moon-flower.html

Moon flowers are generally white but he painted it other wise as he believes painting it from heart.....:)

Backless...

Filled with summer's heat
heavy scent of stifled air
the urge-
our pupils spoke
strong;
dark cappuccino sipped
i bathe in-
the water melon in our lips
dampened earth; my dark raven hair
mangroves
between your words
flows of rhyme
tainted dreams...