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Swear words

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.



Transgender

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.



This or that, love and lust

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 side second hand book shop
where dark skinned men, broad chested
had love making ses…