*love In The Time Of Cholera Comments

If you want to be you be you If you want to be me, be me it is in the wanting perhaps? Cheers

Love under a Street Light Guided hands from black Haloes will become areolas Hanging to flesh Carbon moussse cake Chocolate color of lips Struggling to open the mouth Of golden bottle with keys Suggestion was to pierce Like dead flesh on charcoal Between the legs hidden Odor like roasted peanuts After my fingers Without a handwash Love under a street light On a busy way At midnight Neither were stars putrid Nor her bones Her horrified looks Wandering Whether heat can be So contagious Whether nails can be So biting Whether cannibals eat Raw flesh so voraciously 22/12/2009

flawless poem, reshma....................