Kama Sutra

In a book with little illustrations And text, lies what takes place On thrones and slums, On rickshaws and cabins inside Jet airways, Where little geometries Are arranged, inversed, slanted To make chemistries titillate. And this book holds the corporeal truths Few speak in sheer honesty Or do in shameless subordination, When in those close…

You and I

To Jewel Kilcher. The misguided forces Of our own obsessiveness, Lust that overpowers like a pillow At the hand of a lover, And love, that strangely lets Her get the better of you, Knowing the heart is a playmaker, And you have all the tricks in the book To make her crave you Like a…