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a poem by Singh R K Dr

1)

I thought I knew her before and my heart bowed to her native virtues
each touch she offered stirred and drew me near
before entering her depths I felt how dark was the dance
I never liked to part with her but the tears in her eyes were saying: ‘no, no’

2)

Your face lights up my dark chamber
the moon reclines on my bosom
this evening steals your fragrance

3)

I want to rest in your lap
and drink from your golden breasts
hide me in the curtain of your hair
shield me in the grove of your flesh

4)

Won’t you share
my aloneness
tonight?

I need
female smell
in bed

let’s kiss
each other in our
strangeness

5)

A flying horse perched
on the island of her flesh
without conquering the ocean:

whirlwinds galloped
his funeral parade
between the cracks

6)

Singing the rituals of flesh
midst the sound of frogs
and owls by the window
I bury a sultry night
in the mosquito-net

7)

Stooping over his gravid love
while he neared the coital bliss
the little child woke up
with erect penis cried
to spoil sex she slipped aside
and put out her breast to feed him
in semi-darkness virility foiled
the slough face down

8)

The dress hides
undress
and you look beautiful

9)

Once your body was the sitar waiting for my touch
the sweet fragrance of your hair still lingers
but the cigarette that was mine is now ash

10)

Giggling behind the hill
is the woman I knew
if you touch my finger
you will know
what winter is.