1
She is the tree
green and wide
abundantly dressed
overflowing
spreading her sleeves
blesses all
in her cool shade
solitude teems
with breezy songs
I feel
nearer God
2
That autumn tree
from this window
looks like a young woman
naked
exciting birds
to come
kiss and play
tomorrow
when spring will return
she will be too lovely
to touch
3
I feel her hyaline influx
in my deep love leaps
from the soul with subtle glows
her breath runs through my veins:
this vassal of flesh blushes
as I drink the infinite in her
4
I clasp your hands
and feel the blood
running savagely
through your arteries
in tulip silence
5
Blind
I see her beauty
deaf
I hear her melody
ignorant
I partake of her knowledge
poor
I share her wealth
indrawn
her vision reigns my heart
yet the darkness of dust
veils my being
I don’t understand
the hidden words
though I sit
under the tree of love
she’s still away from me
just one pace
if I could take
I enter
the pavilion of eternity
6
The best poetry
is a woman
concrete, personal, delightful
greater than all
7
What is
this light
without rays
shining
in your eyes?
8
While I was petting and necking
lying over her body
she was calculating whether
she could afford a new saree
from what I would pay her
tonight
9
Squatted in sun
she was cleaning
white and yellow germs
festering her womb
still she thanked
she was alive
10
In the forest of her body
and steeps of her breasts
is the highwayman
I saw escaping
the moon
over stream last night
11
Each night in the island
of my little bed I enter
sensing sex like octopus
squeeze her with all my fingers
to bridge the gap
between dream and vision
set sail and shipwrecked
unfree the tensions
in monsoony mist
search door in the wall or
gather diaspora of continents
in a hidden landscape
as a wild mystic explore
her privates with handgun
and land on fresh islands
each night in my little bed
12
When I asked
to pen her secret
she showed me thumb
I thought
she would return
love for love
13
Like an autumn tree
curving, leaning
waving, drooping
nude, mysterious
bites into consciousness
through dark odyssey
her love-hate is
the primal snake
14
Waiting for the light to go out
the night peeps in
through the window
and time passes
poem by poem
15
It rises like a flame
burns in silence
straight, without wavering
light in peace
radiates love:
I fish I in me
the stream and ocean merge