On the ruff texture
Talking
My lips feeling the spiral
My fingers holding your touch
Irritating philosophy
It was not for me to interpret
I was just 'yet another person'
Drifting in disfigured patterns
The devil
Caught in desires
wasted...
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Smelling Celluloide
In the dead of night,
My fingers grope to reach you,
Dropping all the pretences of love
Making our bodies available to each other
Though only through a medium
The celluloid
Wanting to get over the covers and clothes
And then the curiosity got hold of me
Now in the dark I grope in dreams, turning the celluloid into you
Entangled limbs not mine, but ours
Only to touch
Smell
Hear your body...
Alas, digitalized bodies don’t even smell of celluloid.
My fingers grope to reach you,
Dropping all the pretences of love
Making our bodies available to each other
Though only through a medium
The celluloid
Wanting to get over the covers and clothes
And then the curiosity got hold of me
Now in the dark I grope in dreams, turning the celluloid into you
Entangled limbs not mine, but ours
Only to touch
Smell
Hear your body...
Alas, digitalized bodies don’t even smell of celluloid.
Without Touching
Desiring frames tumble out of my FZ38
Revealing me
Some black here, some purple there
Otherwise shades of skin
Curves some ugly some sensuous
Without any alibi,
Or temptations
Temptation only of u materialising out of those pictures
Some hair there, some black here, and shades of skin
And those curls
And me again turning you into celluloid prints without touching those shades of skin.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Hexapla
- Disintegrating circles of a stage left spectacle.
- Flattering, frivolous, flirtatious.
- Hormonal conflict between coffee and chocolate.
- The worst are full of passionate intensity.
- Everything against love as guilty of 'alcohol induced infidelity.'
- Waking moments of agnosticism.
And us, 'tumbling out of the womb', displaced in its origins.
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