Hot and Cold

Love would not be as hot
if women were not as cool.

Their guilt walks between
hot and cool.

In a tryst, hot recedes into
saliva and womanly sweat.

Hot can penetrate into the cool,
with undying ember.

In the tryst, woman beams
to subdue the guilt.

Cool always muses about the hot.
Hot never subsides until

The guilt takes the back seat.
A welcome sign for woman.
26.01.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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