Love Poems

POEMS: R.K.SINGH 1. I feel her hyaline influx in my deep love leaps from the soul with subtle glows her breath runs through my veins: this vassal of the flesh blushes as I drink the infinite in her

2. I clasp your hands and feel the blood running savagely through your arteries in tulip silence 3. Is it the perfume or your body that makes the night drunken? your lush lips ripple fire in beautiful silence your fragrance radiates flowers and water can I seek my voice in your breasts?

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Spring’s full youth he unbuttons her printed skirt on red cushion feels autumn dropping down the leaves of year at the centre incline like a twisted stem at the end wind dries up a few more prints 5. When I asked to open her secret she showed me thumb I thought she would return love for love

6. Love is to wash your hand before touching the penis in obeisance to lingam the climax of creation love is to gather molecules of happiness in flesh and merge in rapture to propitiate Shiva

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Each night in the island of my little bed I enter sensing sex like octopus squeeze her with all my fingers to bridge the gap between dream and vision set sail, and shipwrecked unfree the tensions in monsoony mist search door in the wall or gather diaspora of continents in a hidden landscape as a wild mystic explore her privates with handgun and land on fresh islands each night in my little bed

8. I knock at your body’s door or peep into the room through the little crack for a bit of love squeezing my rise above the cynosure and reduce to a drop at the labial depth

9. As I curled ‘long her we became a small rainbow playing earth and sky in half-dream weaving legends of love in moments unmemoried years 10.

Blessed is the bedroom the bathroom the kitchen the drawing room the terrace the lawn and every little place and spot where we prayed or sexed together we glorified our house and declared His mysteries

11. My wife laughs when I say man seldom loves beauty: when he sees a woman he only sees her busts and bottoms and length of bone in mouth intelletualising his itches he yearns to sink in mud by the fig-leaf hue of hair

12. Love without clothes without bone has a joy within: soft smooth and full like the mind creative and erogenous

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When I inhale in your mouth and exhale stroking hairs or caressing I ride you into joy and make you hail the morning like earth

14. Can’t you drop your saree and all that conspires to conceal your nudity, my love forsake your modesty and see the naked passion in my eyes seeking freedom to unite and transform the night through body’s dark alleys don’t you love your freedom? 15. Scratching between his legs he crept towards the fence and said something to her gawd, in a minute I see her tending the blouse half-hidden by roses --R.K.SINGH Copyright: R.K.SINGH Professor & Head Dept of Humanities & Social Sciences Indian School of Mines DHANBAD 826004 India