Prasenjit Maiti

I pick your memories
toothpicks bend
acrid mouthwash.
I wipe your tears
crimson eyes
lonely people.
I fiddle your breasts
coins jingle
people swear.

Dreams at dawn
tyres screech
sexy anomaly.

My dear flowers
dreams of spring
lost in snow.

Descending stairs
empty mailbox
double dare.

Train compartments
stench of pee
new horizons.

Red cherry lips
part in wonder
and savage unison.
Your wild profanity
shrieks of nights
sequestered sorrows
My tongue in cheek
your lips divine
shrines of desires.

Prasenjit Maiti (1971-) pmaiti@vsnl.com is Senior Lecturer in Political Science at Burdwan University, West Bengal, India. Dr Maiti's print publication credits include 2River View, Blue Collar Review, Green Queen, Harlequin, Micropress Oz, Monkey Kettle, Nightingale, Paper Wasp, Phoenix, Poetry Church, Poetry Depth Quarterly, Poetry Greece, Pulsar, Skald and The Journal.