when a man passes by
my hips sway
a will of their own
they have.
at a signal the car sighs
men turn and look
she moans.
far from the heat of the city
in a cool room on the second floor
she strips the layers of her skin
placing her hand at the seat
of her soul,
the universe sighs.
red is the colour of my blood
it comes in myriad shades
pumping a million desires,
laughter ripping the ceiling apart.
sour lemons grow
i planted you three summers ago
changing recipes of lure
the earth groans.
my body aches –
longings no god can satiate
of the soul another time.
bitten remains of the apple
stuck between my teeth
from the beginning of Time
my tongue traces eve.
milton, dante, jung, lacan, faiz,manti,bible,quran
frida, zehra, plath, scriptures
the vomitus of wars
against the self
sunset and star dust
wrap me in my dream –
fill me, fold me, sprinkled desire on my bed
sweat beads , prayer beads –
love is the alter for sacrificial beings ;
desire is not a religion.
take the jargon
drape it in liquid gold
i am the depths of hell
the dungeons of heaven
swallow me whole ;
poems with endings are from heaven
poems with angst are from hell-
who are you-
what am i?
a dervish circling
the wretched earth-
an acid rain in drought-
quenching my thirst
i smile at a sunset~