Parul Panthri

Morbid Monogamy Mortified - Poem by Parul Panthri

Afraid to fall.
He stands tall.
He is building a wall.

He puts on his coat.
He shreds the boat.
He digs a moat.

He wants her
In his bed.
Is it not tomorrow
That is always two hours ahead?


It is coffee
Aversion from spring.
It is coffee
She could never drink.
It is coffee
Melting in his groin
It is coffee
A sea born lion
It is coffee
All over his gun
Aint it coffee?
The other woman.

Sun kissed
Sun faced
Sun dried?

Under the burning Sun
Where could they hide?
Under the lit sky
Where would they hide?


They spin a web
They spin a web
And spin and spin
And web and web
Between the sheets
They rise and ebb
Touch and withdraw
Sweat and twine
While desire heats
And bodies aligh
At what cost?
Of a love lost?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 23, 2011

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