Poem Hunter
(31 August 1960 - / Ahmedabad, Gujarat / India)


All the cliches in love poetry, it turns out, are true.
Eyes have sex organs and sex organs have eyes.

As Ma Ananda Sheela said of Rajneesh:
He didn't sleep with me, but he was a man of my eyes.

From across the room, her eyes made mouths at him;
But she discovered that she was moist between her legs.

Without saying anything she did it all with him;
Women are like that, he thought, silent but devastating.

He did nothing to her, but she still squirmed uncomfortably;
Eyes, not hands, should be clean.

With mounting pleasure her lids dimmed gradually;
When the eye of love opens, the other shuts automatically.

When she said, exasperated, but I have only two eyes,
How conveniently one forgets oneself, he thought shamelessly.

[Ffrom The Serene Flame]

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