Sex – In a Nutshell

It’s like the tug-of-war, Between sex object and love fool, In that blurred interface That bloats both, far beyond their capacities, To the witchcraft of tactility. Spellbound, you just walk through love, Not just as a promenade, also as an offering Of your body to hers, To cash in on summer eclipses. Two celestial objects…

The Truth About Love

How dreaded to know that life Is just a big lie? You’re told to love the unlovable, To muster courage when it is easier To be a coward, to succeed when It is just a wave of transience. Sometimes, all life is, is a prison of time, When you’re trapped inside a body, that Empowers,…