Kandy

Climbing the hills Is never easy for the 1000 cc Engine of a Suzuki Swift. And in that cold night I climbed the ascent that is my wife, Slowly like the Hanthana hill, The pines caressed by the northward wind Whispering forget-me-nots, While I hung onto her like a gluttonous leech Sucking every drop of…

First Kiss

You, the focal point of my desire The lone color in a black and white room I lurk like a shadow searching for light, to shape My contours. A raft afloat in tides of whitewater Pummeling against the elastic endothelium, Not knowing how long this will last – or not, Desire breaking the knots that…