Music stops
no music now.
She flicks away the thin residual
bra
and stands.
She thinks she is finished;
mammal absolute!
'Your ***** are tedious,
further strip,
unzip your rosy skin
excite me with the chic
arrangement of your bones'
More music,**!
Your bones dance in their
sockets.
comely bones
but now reduced to dust.
You see ,my friends, the
question of your lust?
Publishe in 'Rashtriya Sahara' in March 1996 issue-Sahara India Communication publication-editor:J B Roy