Although I Have Deleted Her From My Fucked Consciousness, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
ashes to ashes
cursed at first
a love
that could not
quench
my passion
or my thirst
a balloon
that burst
burnt love letters
what could be worst
flashes and flashes
dust to dust
although i have deleted her
from my fucked consciousness
it was a chat book lust
her long eyelashes
her rubbery bust
the first time she
went down on me
she fussed and cussed
a transvestites tale
hot steamy blood curdling
to which i could not adjust
love is beyond caste
color or creed or gender
poetry like love
is based on trust
