A Woman’s Breasts

## Mountains, story tellers On their own merit Pinched by deciduous teeth And suckled by the softest lip They stand alone and apart Connecting the dots Of an inter-generational-symbiosis Renaturing the cut-halves Of the umbilical cord To a moment that in aloneness Transcends the beauty Of a playmaker, transformed to A fountain of supreme giving….

Surviving Breast Cancer

I look at the flamingos, Going from one limb to two wings. I look at a woman, my wife, whose mastectomy Made her go from two to one breast, While her hospital gown had a little pink ribbon on it, That broadcasted a stark reality, That used to swell out from her chest. And I…

Cleavage

The unborn sin Takes its cue from the apple tree And extrapolates the fine art of revelation To embryonic desire, in the beholder Sometimes apples, those benefactors of lust Are just an expression of womanhood No riddles to solve, no invitations to grapple with No confectionery to indulge in. Only the implicit clarity, That what…

Faline The Doe 2

I don’t miss A stranger’s warmth, all the scandalous Myths around one nights stands And rendez-vous in cheap motel rooms. I’m not one for concubines or de-facto, as law claims The contractless partnerships. I will never fill pockets of flesh-lined Compartments of a graceful gender Just to score or to tick a mark On pages…

An Unbalancing Act

My wife She is a little bit of this and that Asymmetrical mostly – right heavy and left light Unlike Uma Thurman – the perfect beauty Or a billowing Kim Kardashian Sometimes she breathes air to my world Like when she comes out of the shower Or lets me squeeze a lot or pinch a…

Breasts

She becomes a loaf From a cast of flour and water When yeast powder At the hands of a surgeon – the cosmetic genie Works unheralded miracles Of augmentation – and they call that a boob job ! Yet these twin concentric creatures Can never be dated by carbon dating After all, there is no…

Cup Cakes

There is a zenith Of icing in spikes and swirls And beneath which one finds The moist satiny softness of perfection When the tongue Scoops in flavor and indulgence Of a mound of crumbling bread From a cup made for one Just like a buxom woman’s breasts Feeding frosty nipples and tender pulp After all…

Elegance Unveiled

A glimpse of your affluence The dominion above your strapless gown The elegance where prosperity Teases in a sneak peak To conceal what lies underneath What I don’t own but trespass in ritual What eludes me at day  Yet is tasted by the nocturnal feeder in me Your coastline that seduces the boy And nourishes…