wicked prowls

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

the tropic's hot instincts
catalyze erratic dragon flies
to foul amorphous senses
on burned grass and sweat
with cashew’s carnal reek
of oil and dry stale relics
set for shoddy indulgence.
the heat-braving rock’s mirage
trough lonely undulating manliness
to sweat,swathe saltiest strains.
essential vapor fill up cavernous torpor
feminine coils touching dry grass
no music to frustrate vicious
adulterated fetish.
just one speck of a prying vulture
over naked stretches swollen in reheat;
melting desperation trickles down
to nail biting contours
on a silky carpet of dust;
a dog far-off,gasps
under the bridge
over the desiccated river,
when herbivorous cannibals
swallowed sweat,
smelt of sweltering flesh.


Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


I love your words and the accompanying music, just adds something very special....
A haunting, lingering erotic feel. And the sense of great warmth and scents hanging in the air.
Very beautiful indeed.
I would like to know the name of the piece of music?
All good wishes, to you,

AnAestheticBard said...

Thank you Eileen … happy to know, the poem resonated well with you and nice you have so rightly and beautifully expressed it in so many words. Here is the music link.

Marian said...

Hello Sasidharan: As Poets United reaches its first anniversary this coming week we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing. Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year. Your imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.

AnAestheticBard said...

Thank you Marian.Let's scale new heights;I am proud to be part of this wonderful community.Best wishes and warm regards.- Sasidharan

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