the colour harmony!!

I was a school girl then Barely eight or so When, one day my lips mimicked A swear word, popular Upon a friend of mine The first of its kind To begin with. She read my lips From across the school gate sweet shop I missed my candy and drained my nerves As she came along and whispered softly “I shall tell everyone That you called me this” I fell dead For years together Over occasional reminders Of lip shapes vulgar. Later, It was when I fell in love, decades away That I realized Swear words are a necessity.

Every other morning, For decades together, She bathed at five When she had lain Legs spread and plain The previous night As her husband made love She gathered his scent along Bosoms shabby and hairlines disheveled and scrubbed her off his sweat and sperm that ran along her sticky legs Before she hurried Down the stairs Clad in cotton, Eyes closed in ecstasy of pending climaxes, to her new found love in her puja room. whom she could love, at leisure.

Me, my upper lip sweat and rolling eyes, the pulse of urge I feel deep within the gateways cross lipped. Virgin land. Our love is skin, naked painted harsh with beds forsaken. in the name of love, unique. Love breathes heavy among whispers choked and slipping hands. A game of lust of bosoms bare and leg base damp Bathroom slippers or way side flowers.. I, an over turned coat on a prince charming. I kiss him over dinner and hug him in sleep to roll on to the basement rotting My arms are yours Widespread and inviting But legs are locked. The gal who ran away from the butchers knife slaying the pleasures of her shrunken penis. Chain her breasts and Wax her hole For her head rolls upon pleasures withheld over monsoon drippings of wine and loves. Love is something u discover in unison nearby overturned coffee mugs or half opened book shelves when u devour the other, between readings from you and me. My lust map was misplaced at a way...