A JACKFRUIT IN HEAVEN

A jackfruit in heaven [14] A poem about Orgasm

Now here have no mother and sister like as when came here had just one week before to receive Radhika and me. My mother's current situation is consoled to me, but Radhika is a big question for me coming days. That question had been making an uneasiness into my mind even the time when Sajeena and I again committed a long kiss as soon as my house door was opened by the peak of our passion.

When the wind blows, the Gulmohar flowers fly and fell over us through the window. When I saw the red flowers that lied on her head, I felt more passion. When she bit my lips, I had deeply hugged her.

She murmured to me when we reached the edge of orgasm.

Were had been waiting for this for so long?

I said, no,

In an epic as love, now, we both are two moments of excitement that has thrown into the forgets of the readers and the poet. I that who came through a moment of the orgasm, now I try to find my next breath in another vagina.

Oh! You are speaking like a Sufi.

No, this is not a Sufi poem. For a Sufi, love is a way of finding the God that has his inside. But my inquiries are to find myself that was thrown somewhere into the time cycle. The sounds of every kiss that I gave you, on the journey to find me, are the variations of sounds that cause when I try to open some doors. There the wind is always cold. But here need these warm that between us that for the beats of our life journey.

When Akram has been speaking like a philosopher, but I wanted the same orgasm that gone through us once more. I said unknowingly to myself.

Akram, please again down to the earth as a naked human greater than abnormality prophet. I won't need your book and customs, I want your hands and fingers that without losing the ability to make sculptures and paintings, intently.

Please undress me, unfold me, Please become a flower and touch me like a flower. You can travel to me in my sky through the soft clouds. There to lose my control only enough the sparks of passion that has your eyes. If your aphrodisiac words won't be frozen in your throat, I can shake your passion's world like a cyclone. You don't have to wait for long outside my bathroom, because we will bath together in a stream just as before the occurrence of religions and prophets and their's foolish books. Because we are never like Adam and Eve we will never need clothes with leaves because we do not need to stand face to face with a stupid God. This is the only promise as a lady to give you, Akram.

I know, Akram, our both minds have been burning like our mountain that raped by religious clashes. But I don't feel I am alone again. Your room is attractive. I love this privacy like my privacy of my nights.

Sajeena, so why you are looking at me like this?

Hey, nothing. When I am looking at your eyes, It seems to me, there is a Buddha within your heart.

Do you like Buddha?

Yes, more and more.

If so, you can hear my inviting voice into my Buddha. In my mind, I am naked. I don't know how to express that to you. How long my mind and body would have been in a state of the ecstasy when I was painting a nude? I am now in a similar situation.

Akram, please naked me. touch me, unfold me. At this time, I can't whisper much more about this.

Hey Akram,

Yes.

Now, I am remembering the lines from an old book.

From which book.

I think you also know that.

It may occur some changes in the interpretations.

"God sent us to earth only to love, and to join the dances of nature".

Is it from the Perfumed Garden by Shaikh Nefsavi?

Can you change now like a painter who is painting a nude lady?

Now, I am your canvas and the model. Please undress me.

Please tell me, whether should I sitting here with crossed legs or should I lie on your bed as a nude model, please suggest to me which any pose that you want, because still, I love you, Akram, with my full soul and body.

I noticed her. all she said these had looked into my eyes. I recognized, her eyes were speaking to me with all confidence. That moment I felt admire at her, but when I lift the hair that falls into her face with my finger, did my hands tremble? Where did go now my confidence that had when I sex with Radhika?

Please, first kiss my abdomen, she told me as I lay my head on her bare lap, then should whisper to me soft than a feather. Only those words can open the soft part of a lady.

Why are you look at me like this, Akram? Now your finger should too speak to me like the whisper.

Akram, Once, with me, you were my peacefully dove. A loving dove. But today, you are an unpredictable puzzle. Please at this moment avoid all annoying thoughts all about the mountain incidents.

Now let us write a poem about orgasm.

" Please unfold me.

Please become a flower and touch me like a flower.

You can travel to me in my sky through the soft clouds".

[ To be continued. My dear friends, I hope you liked the 14th chapter. We shall see again in the next chapter, bye... ]

THABARAK RAHMAN SAAHINI