A virgin in first night.

The petals of the flower have crinkled.
The crest of the apple has slanted,
Its peduncle having relaxed.
There’re cuts littered on fleshy stem.
The burrow was bored to bring a stream
of sap.
The cortex was torn, latex oozing.
Not that a tree is in destruction
but that a virgin is in consummation.
25.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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