India (16 Dec 2007)

22 Aug

India!
I said I would come
(but I said)

only when a man
with the tenderest
compassion

  to live like vibrant poverty
and the devotion
  to love, wearing garlands and garlands

of orange and with laughter
  sincere (honking spontaneous)
and he must be deeply open

(yes, even shakti eyes and freckle kissed arms)
can as my equal, stand
by my side

to all this I promised
only then would I come
within India’s sunrise

and dawning, I find
my beloved
illusion of love

(you give me exactly what I ask for)

in all this poetry
called India

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