Paru

Prostitute
Always
A good omen

Caustic
Love me eyes
Strike

That
Collected idly-chutney
Bungalow image of yours
Scootering, husbanding, sari- clad sterility
Up and down
Cinema halls, supermarkets, temples
Wriggles to splinters

Breasts
Flaring up
Breathes life into
Goddess Parvathi
Buried in
Home made
Frigid
Dumb deaf
Dance

Here
She is
In your gold rimmed glasses
The great artist of “Kama kala “
Coupling as monkey, elephant,
Creatures variegated,
The Cosmic Yoni

Spitting betel leaf juice
Twitching her red Durga lips
Exploding your arse
“Look straight Nair”*


Nair* means husband also