Tuesday, 6 November 2012


When in stupor I lay awake
In the slow shine of your sun,
As if echoing in a morse code of desire
Two lighthouses shore to shore.

Or perhaps like children in mischief
Flashing torch signals
Across windows framed by the dark--
Beams beyond a timeless night.

I hear you now.

Monday, 5 November 2012

The Mighty River's Tale I

This is a riverine tale
Sailing on a boatman's barge
Floating, for our envious eyes to see.

Two faces, held forever in a frieze
Their gaze
Intersects, refract
At odd angles.
She laughs in abandon
Like so many ripples on a mighty river,
His face catches the sun on her waves.

A youth never ours,
This freedom 
Of a moment under the sun
Spent carefree.

A delicate haiku of desire,
The symmetry of curved bodies
Intertwined in a perfect sphere

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