proceed

can one
of flesh and blood
of need and hunger of
survival instincts innocent
Be holy
one with any god
or true
to any love

I taste the
retinue the pink the red
of a heart true

feel scent absorb
condense

into her

I felt the cries as hunger comes

lion calls
innateness

inimitably unquestionable
impressions of my ancestors with

warmth taken
off a soft lip
a bare breast tip
standing

out the limbs
of an old oak
in a forest in December bare limbed
naked
calling

features worn into man’s
everyness
there
in the womb even
born into
sovereign  minds
inculcated into
common consciousness
swollen into
***** timelessness

W  I   N  T  E  R
I   R   I   O  V  E
C  R   G  R  E  S
K  A  H   T  R  I
E   T  T   U  Y  S
D   I  M   R      T
     O  A   E      A
     N  R           N
     A  E           C
     L   S           E

Like mixing red with yellow
Staining her hands and feet.
Like mixing joy with sorrow
Covered knee deep.
Unsettling emotions
She feels alien to her skin.

Never enough salt
Or never enough spice
One of them was always lacking
In her lacklustre life.
Too much sauce
Too much bhujiya,
It seemed
No one could understand her
Not even the bhaiya.

She hums a ***** tune
From the shadows of the trees
Luring in the wildlife
To do with as she please
As they come in closer
She readies for the pounce
Scanning for the strongest
As her hunger mounts

Play me like a drum
A crimson red rhythm
of handprint notes
pulsing on my skin

Let the games begin!

She delves into your eyes
Inhaling as deeply and as slowly
As her tongue and teeth on her bottom lip
Her smile breaks like a fiery dawn
Intensely focused on igniting you with a single fingertip
Sliding up the topographical map of your spine
To the apex of your neck
Reveling raspberry flushed skin
Melts ice and time

Under wear
Under there
Hiding your
Derriere