poet Yuyutsu Sharma

Yuyutsu Sharma


Between your marble
shoulders and my hairy chest

the river roaring,
tears, tears, tears...

Between your mellowing
mouth and my scented tongue

a night of flames
and flesh, flesh, flesh ...

Between your hefty thighs
and my throbbing hands

clouds drunk
from the forests of rhododendrons.

Between your almond eyes
and my warm mouth

rain dropping like pearls
on the plump leaves of the jungle.

Between your shimmering skin
and my dark hair grass greener

than the greenest parakeet
growing yellowish from incessant rain.

Between your nights by
the impotent pillow of your husband

and my crazed headpiece
a poem of spring that shall fill my deep wounds,

sprouting flowers, flowers, flowers ...

Between your tulips
and my fragrant pen

a brain-fever bird's
crazed cry, mad, mad, mad...

Between the sparkle
of your teeth and my sleep

a rain coming
like roar of a starving steam

in the starless
summer gloom of the night.

Between your melon breasts
and thirst of my soft lips

the rage of the river
battering its head against the magic mountains.

Between your decisions
and my flickering lamps

the river mad
you, you poet, you bastard, go away!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 26, 2012

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