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.
