Two Poems on Love
It all starts with a quick, impulsive kiss
The soft press of her lips, swollen with sweetness.
Dissolving flesh to flesh, floating free,
Adrift in inexpressible kindness,
In undisguised vulnerability, in gentle loveliness,
He then plunges into a lapse of ecstasy.
Like a swan on a ripple-less lake—
His hardness strikes her softness,
His dryness kisses her wetness.
Lying down, he puts his arm around her waist,
His face next to the swell of her breast.
Rolling on the top, his weight on his palms,
He moves into the perfect paradoxical palace
Of hot resistance, of damp surrender—
A sanctuary of passion and peace.
Everything falls away—
Thoughts, ideas, anxiety,
Ego, ambition, poetry.
A subterranean spasm courses his body,
Leaving him drained of everything
Tired and sore, she wants the ache.
Atop him, opening like a soft, wild mushroom,
Silently poking her face up
Through the dead leaves on the ground,
Opening under the sheltering wings of the night,
She wants to split into two.
But she doesn't want to see his face—
Red and furious, he’s always blowing up too quick,
Crying a hoarse, unearthly cry, twisting his face
In a paroxysm of saintly mortification.
She wants to clutch his face, choke it
With a rampant motion of her hands,
Siphoning all the ecstasy from his body
Into her secret flowering.
On days like these, when she collapses,
The Zen-like whooshing of her breathing
Is like wailing in the eerie quiet
Of this pit of gray light.
Her chest heaves, her body quivers,
Leaving her drained of everything
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2017-08-09 at 13:14
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