some of my poems

some of my poems

A flight of fancy

The day tiptoed with dawdling steps
in the dawn making it a shiny birdsong
let me be put to death with thou lips
it's a mystery not to fondle long
tie the light up not to disturb
tight thou thighs around and sob
situate thyself well and hum
exhilarate my soul-- don't sum

A Poem?

I once was a petal on you,
A little colourless one,
Gave so little odour,
Now, washed away by
the drizzled morning rain,
moistened by its dewdrops,
loaded with a wisp of cloud,
curling in the air amorphously …


An imagist
Her dark soft hair:
a black wet brocade
from a smooth wall hung.

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