! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Hidings In The Mangrove Poem by Rehan Hyder

[dedicated to the heartwarming mangrove forest that I intently watch every day from my 10th floor office window; fascination is still alive]

Size of their bellies indeed belittles
the mangroves thicket across channel;
and its growth in my mind’s eye
There shall never be sand and steel enough
to match their galloping greed
but for now there is an urgency
to focus on an erotic exigency that
has rowed my wanton mind
into that green hiding a watering hole
of crustacean concupiscence
Overhead the next-door starry canines
had run riot with bins
kites and crows littered the taut azure
Right below them the sandy bedding;
inseparable from flesh ….and flesh
highly indistinguishable from flesh
stampede of desires; an implacable melee of yen
Life stretched out its hand to
pull life from the salty mire
and so overpowering was the grip of
tensile nerves and crimsoned veins;
that drawn into life was the paraphernalia
of lust all into the seine of womb
Though wary of births after ceaseless death
in trance I breathed to life in that salty hiding