The Buddha of Lust sits cross-legged in the garden of temptation breathing the intoxicating perfume of desire without picking…
Earlier, I’d noticeda terracotta sponge-splatterpaint job on the wall
Simple’s like a dimple; beauty’s torch that touches.Like you, your beauty.
A sideways glance at the woman carefully wrapped in an abaya, the quintessential Islamic cloak, sent shock…
I.
When you meet him for the first time, he has a waxy, red apple in his right hand and a box of cables and knick-knacks…
Carnal carnivore
The felid of your id stalks, she fights against your tame.
I am the fox who ate the hound,That I might taste the guard hairsStanding between harsh and brittle,Strung across the branch that breaks