Forbidden Fruition

Friday, October 2, 2009

parched terrains gazed
out of robed attics,
night dissolving to blend
the naked black horse,
with the scent of black colognes,
stirring stifled cravings,
with a coil’s sigh, muffling
the neighs, over the fences,
where stripping snakes unsheathed
in the gaps of deep, curvy, designs;
chaste and aching, feigning inertia,
in rough , stubby refrain,
arid grass biting its indifference,
in to the burning hollows
of freak bargains,
to celebrate a celibate’s ecstasy
in a forbidden fruition.


anthonynorth said...

Excellent and powerful words.

gautami tripathy said...


get that card for me

Sadia Hussain said...

Superbly written Shashi and I love the title ! Take care.

oilunderneath said...

"to celebrate a celibate’s ecstasy"

-You keep writing pieces like this, I may have to retire early. Amazing piece, as always.

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