Residue of a Spent Time

from Pallavi`s poem:

``nailing hard and deep.``

``pressing hard against the dome of sensitivity.``

``yet

dig into the living with that excruciating

prick

stretching for miles``

``to make a yard of a wound``

from temporal`s friend`s:

``And let your finger`s serpent dive

Into cesspools on whose shores

It sat shyly, questioning

Poised to enter``

Some ammuniton for the moral brigade to rant against.

BTW, like both the poems.

Satyavadi

Pallavi:

First, a warm welcome.

We need bold, daring and creative folks here.

Oh, loved how you painted THAT union of mind and body. The ‘nailing’ in second line conjured both images well.

The pleasure of fleeting moments against a background of our desi morality that brings ethical whims to the forefront at THAT time is enchantingly captured by you. Good phrase -- anxiety of the imminent. Great one word line - prick!

I will share with you another poem by a desi friend of mine, same age, gender and aspirations as yours.

Scorpion

I could spend hours
Stroking your hair with my fingers
Your serpentine curls streaked with white gold

Days on end melting
Under your firm, large hands
As you smooth away the knots from my shoulders

No accounting of time necessary
We could eat, and drink, and smoke, and talk
As we did all day, yesterday

I could wax poetic,
Wane lovelorn
Dream generally fitful dreams of you
And your self-confessed vengefulness

But when we kiss again
My intense One
Send your tongue`s dragon deeper into my heart

And let your finger`s serpent dive
Into cesspools on whose shores
It sat shyly, questioning
Poised to enter
___________________

Welcome, once again. [Don’t be dismayed by adverse inter-actions, if any. This is an intersection where all kinds of people traverse.]

love,

temporal