Main samaj rehi thee
jab main pyaar se
us sahas bhray lehmay main
teri gardan ko cHoo rehi thee
vo khawahish bhra asli lehma
meri bahadhuri k moD pe tha
aur agar vo moD bilkul sahi na tha
kuch idhar udhar phela hua tha
lakin kareeb sa tha
umeed thee us waqt kamray k konay pe
piano k stool ka paas
nakli.38 pistol k pass
chahat bhri aankhoN k paas
gallay k pass
jab muje umeed hoti hai
main safal nahin hoti
aao, mere paas aao agar
tumhari tooti khidki k
paas baDa jaDa paD raha hai
utho, oopar utho
is garm garm
chahat k lehmay main.
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Brief Interval
Cheryl Clarke
I knew what I was about
stroking your lovely
neck in the perilously
brief
interval at the intersection of
desire, the real, and feminist
derring-do.
And if the intersection is three
or four points of variance,
divergence, diversion,
aversion, and hapless brief
interval
larger than the grid,
in dread of a walled corner,
a piano stool, a
contraband.38,
and that flip of an
eye eros,
oh, throat
I don't do well with
expectation. Come up
here if it's too cool a
story below with your
windows cracked.
Higher is warmer
in this last,
fast
phantasmic
interval.
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