Friday, 4 April 2014

Love thrives in connotation.




















‘Is this a new sari? Very nice’
‘You are good in cotton wears. It suits the lean’
‘Why don’t you wear a diamond
instead, on nose? To more penetrate.’
‘Your voice on phone is nice. It rings.’
‘Shall I do it for you? It is my pleasure’
‘Were you on leave? I felt the absence’
He spoke during different incidents.
Each time I was fed with wine.
He can’t tell threadbare ‘I love you’
To me, a forbidden fruit
Nor can I confess or encourage.
Nevertheless, we enjoyed sex.
26.04.2002

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