Making love
Wave your magic wand,
turn us into stones.
So that we get embedded
in the walls of Khajuraho.
We can make love in peace
for another thousand years.
The sun would not flinch us
neither would the rain,
and no ugly human
to cry, “What a shame!”
They would only gape and wonder:
“Does this pose have a name?”
15 comments:
Lovely!
BG you are crazy.
Good one as usual.
-vandy
this is called -
'the wife effect':-)
Privacy be damned!
wonderful
Hi BG,
I really loved your post " Banaras" . Especially the part where you talked about the Tv and the pause button.
You have a way with words. Really. I mean it.
This is beautiful. If I were a thing, I think i'd want to be a sculpture. :)
so, in which pose you would like to be in for a thousand years ;-)
Coitus Uninterruptus? ;-)
I thought of replying with a short verse of my own but it turned out to be an exercise in futility. Words can sometimes be binding too. So i resort to something that has already been said before "Wouldn't it be loverly..."
Are these your own words or is it a poem or verse taken from somewhere?
In any case, its beautiful!
wo!
the spirit so wild & so free...
Wow!
hiii SPARKLING MAN...
the inner voice gape and wonder and wander!!!.. and the mouth utters "shame".. pity .. me too...
-sam
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