Normalcy Bereft
They rewrote songs on the sceneries of their dreams,
under the same roof, in the same room, but alone.
Living in each other’s isolations,
so tiring, boring, sensual, overwhelming, warm.
In thoughts, several severely intimate moments had passed;
their knotted minds kissed intermittently, not seldom.
He knew he was boundless, liberal, enraged, , jealous, dizzy,
he thought h...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:13 pm
Sex Overlooking The Sunset
It was surprising that after work, on Thursday,
she wanted to meet and share her bed with a man, again.
Maybe men, even, she thought, suddenly indecisive and guilty,
but for society, men, peers, their judgment, their pursed lips and nods of disapproval.
Now that she was almost home, her fireplace and Scotch seemed dearer, as usual;
the icy blanket of her acceptance of undesired celi...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:10 pm
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