E-Man And His Woman Poem by samyak jain

you still burn me
in silent desires for you..
dont try that ancient
trick shooing us
lovers away
saying
you are no beauty
under four folds of tens,
of lustreless skin
and drooping breasts
having scoured clean
of any remnants of charms
from your body,

waste not beloved
any precious thoughts
on matters of love and lust,

true, you have not tasted
my measure of love,
so
where is the question of
having found wanting.

there is magic in your name,
in your poems and the fame.
sure,
i wouldnot go near you,
i am sex less,
more enamoured with
the lilting sounds of your
name, your fecund pen,

i am a prisoner
of
the throwing charms
from your eyes,
but
i am less likely to be
ever lured
by the scent of your flesh.

...atp..
15.03.2008.