SB (23-12-1965 / KOLKATA)

After The End!

Sex lies and intercourse!
Day and right after!

Sky is always blue
but not like in..
in our bedrooms!

Joy we lost! For lust
incur costs.
Costs of love.

love! strange!
And we remain strange all the time!
Your portions of soft target! Mine hardened!

Except our touch and go,
we hardly know!
The touch, the warmth, the abode sex provide with glow

All we spent, greed and pride lust best provide!
Not that touch warmth love and our blue sky! Yet we log out from us without purpose!

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