8:51 p.m. - 2006-03-03
baba.
when i think of you
i think of terracotta pots
spilling over with cobalt violet fuschia plants, like sprouts of silk satin charmeuse
enveloped in little coarse magenta tongues
the kind of deep violet magenta reserved for crones, because just as orange
is red brought nearer to humanity by yellow
so violet is red withdrawn from humanity by blue
and when i think of your body
the ecstatic ruffles of marigold valleys stretching over
your brown skin
like oxidized rust stretched over a burning lightbulb
i think of your eyes
vacuous blackholes in a sea of jaundice pain, specks of crimson and gold
crying
when i think of you i think of tasting
coconut milk and brown sugar
the sprouting of jasmine flowers and how the smell makes your eyes retreat upwards
Jai Ma
the taste of chocolate black tea and dried roses
the splitting of ripe green coconuts full of white soft meat and coco water
the way it feels to spill over with fullness
to be totally blissed out during sunrise
and that magical half hour
just before the sun sets
full of warmth and dripping in gold
and hungry at night
to feel that bliss
deposited in each cell
of your lips and your mouth and your body
each cell a repository for your dna and soul
to find all that rich heavy warm gold flowing in the person next to you
kissing you
