A Moral World that Stands for Love

I was telling a catholic priest yesterday, How immoral the world is now and they Are languishing in fear to call a spade a spade. Pre-marital sex in catholic ideology will always be a sin. I the man who kissed a woman for the First time on my 38th bday will always stay true to … Continue reading A Moral World that Stands for Love

Multiple Orgasms

  O is for Oxygen The lungs that expand and collapse, O is for Oxymoron, The paradoxes, the rain and the sun, In one weather forecast. O is for the Orange, The marmalade moments, Bittersweet, mushy and, O is for Operation Second Coming,   How Oz, taught you that, Love is like the Melbourne weather, … Continue reading Multiple Orgasms

Summer Fling

How beautiful is the first month of summer; Bikinis, lazy streaks and a wisp of sunscreen, When halos disappear, as you drive past  Rows of sunflowers, in mid Iowa. You can only feel, the pollen saturated air, A hood less car, the sun filling her up, Knowing a man is just around the corner, Just … Continue reading Summer Fling

Inferno in New York

How the night has infinite possibilities, In New York City. As a Sri Lankan man In Manhattan, in a new blue checked shirt, On a new street he has never set his eyes on before, A 27 year old virgin, who was brand-spanking new, Just like an un-driven car in a dealership, Searching for a … Continue reading Inferno in New York


A negligee on a mannequin, How a piece of lingerie That will see the stitch of a woman’s body,  Stares from her pedestal in a shop, A lone corner where a scarlet Red baby doll, states her claim To be bought and paraded. How a piece of clothing, that is Both a harbinger, and an … Continue reading Lingerie


I’m no black man I’m no gay man, I’m neither, Only an owl, that asks The perennial question “whom” To which there is an answer. A woman in short shorts, Ivory in complexion, Against whose tapestry of skin, Cradled against me, I become both black and gay, Happy as a child in Disneyland, When I’m … Continue reading Missionaries

The Back Seat of a Toyota Corolla

The back seat of a Toyota Corolla Was not the way she hoped to open Her pink corolla, nor was the smokescreen Of love, which through the cataract eye, Looked like prince charming, Who came on a white horse, Who cradled to her body and grew a horn, becoming A unicorn, who let her nestle … Continue reading The Back Seat of a Toyota Corolla

What Lies Beneath The Bark

The unborn emotion, Crosses a little ferrying distance, A synapse and an impulse,  Like a ferry ride over a space, To metamorphose from dopamine To oxytocin, from feeling good, To become the endurance, Of an endearment. A steeplechase, More than a marathon, A tortoise more than a rabbit. The chicken and the egg situation It … Continue reading What Lies Beneath The Bark

New York Minute

The empty pane That misses humidification On a cold winter day in New York When you need that Starbucks coffee And the burn sensation of curling mustard Over a sausage and a heated bun. Still you’d take that stranger That you met on the corridor That gazed at your eyes imploring A little kindness, and … Continue reading New York Minute