Sadiqullah Khan

Phallus - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

It hangs aimlessly to be pushed to
From flesh it learned, more in space
It is now spiritless and consumed.
From its core length that hardly gets
Out of fist and is squeezed to death.
All the fantasy and unspoken lust
Drips from its tips and is tamed to wait
For another day or the whole body lives
In the fantasies of past and would have beens.
Alas now the poor phallus made god by some
Alas it aches with pain to be left alone
Alas it is loosing its erectile strength
Alas it no more induces the sleep
Alas it wants its ducts open for urine.


Topic(s) of this poem: love and art

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 12, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 20, 2014

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