Eskimo Kiss

Between a frown and a smile Between two patient eye-brows and two restless lips Lies the distance of picture-perfection In the proximity of two open apertures  In the protraction of gaze As in the juxtaposition of tip to tip, bud to bud Rests the fragrance of familiarity Exfoliated in an Eskimo kiss


In a world  Where fights are raged For the very basins – to plant one’s seed Where miniature bullets reign in miracles Battling heavy odds; is a war of attraction Amidst canons and scripts of survival Where man and animal are equals Only if not polluted by love