The Assassin and the Dahlia -6-

Jayeeta is looking forward to a distant planet

1.
well, yes, we've been standing upon two rival planets.
from here I cannot see nor touch her body
nor she mine.
desert winds are marooned between our lips.
the human voice gushing out
from somewhere deep down in the breast
never comes home again.
It's only the shadow of the act of procreation
which puts its hands on my shoulder muscles
and pulls me down.
In the second half of my life, this
mysterious dream, confusion,
vision or delusion of
a row of teeth in the female body, Aye !
my every human interaction is coloured by
such nocturnal acrobatics.
something like the mysterious body mucus expands
and a phosphorescent light brightens
the autumn-clad earth.
as in a trance , I move from the city salon
down to the naked footpath,
from the road into the kitchen.
In front of the prison gate I'm almost
strangled by an unending quiver.
fear alone brings us closer.

2.
woman, Jayeeta is looking forward
to a distant planet
where the jacket I left behind in her place
and my blood-lust will awaken her
with a warm and mighty penetration.
In the cold December night she'll never again
spring out of bed in fear of assassins,
or, while holding her mellow finger
on the ulcer of a poet,
pull herself away (in terror).
yes, I'm sure, for the urgent need
to melt the piled-up snow,
Jayeeta herself will provoke me
Into leaving her my leather-skin vest
forever.