Sunday, June 3, 2018

Daipayan Nair writes


Interesting Tyranny

When life-porn starts calling
Its emotions, throat 
The one presence
In this 'ever shifting' present, 'belly'
A tree in the lawn steps forward 
Woman learns about 
Her role in autumn 
Roots dig to fetch what nails can't
Nail peels its generations from above 
Fruit, never a 'commoner' 
Pedestal on an erection 
Larger fruits; demands of topless
Public teeth bites an unsliced tit
Belly, the gallery from which 
Throats enjoyed being scratched
Human elongations nailed
Social digestion, 'self mastered' evolution 
Pressured through 
Dark intestines; never stop
Wind though free, is free to flow
Through 'nothing' 
Throats, abstract and concrete 
Turn half-bachelors; absolute penises 
Undressing morbid love, 
Its post-mortem
Man's finger learning the many ways 
To break inside a woman
Woman knows the hard path back 
To her 'lost thumb' of childhood
Neck kiss, statue bliss, 
Stroking of erect tombs
Where bullets miss, suck and kiss
Man's modern day equalising of blowjobs 
Sex and non-sex motions
Geo-emojis, state, household emotions,
Man creating feminists, 
His 'feminine' still loving fists
Dual patriotism of a war sub-marine
His sobbing is his tyranny
His orgasm, his child's.
2 Lovers Fondling -- D.Jaron

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