Anand Bose

2002-11-05 09:52:58 (UTC)

Snail Woman

Found the Snail, early in the morning, transfixed to

some whirl wind of gaze hardly knowing that the looker

has a hard on.

Touched, and felt the wet of sticky dew flavouring

and itch of pleasure- deifintely sweeter and better

than some idiot womans prejudices of so many assumptions

behind her every touch.

In Intimacy its difficult to be pure and spontaneous,

its also equalleasy to built it along the lines

of the mask - the one of pure artifice.

Its easy to touch lipstick, and feel its turgid sense of colour;

its so difficult to feel the warmth of what is lacking as what

is available.