Ode to Kamala Das

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Gift him what makes you woman, the scent of
Long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,
The warm shock of menstrual blood, and all your
Endless female hungers …” – The Looking Glass

Kamala,
I don’t
Mourn in
Decadent
Elegies
For you…
I have no regrets
For your wayward
Life…
Your words echo
Tidings of rich
Language
Endowed with
The sweet
Rhythms of poetry…
I have felt a poetic
Passion for your
Sensual body …
Its musk has
Pulpited my loins
With the
Temptation
Of music ….
More poignant I have
Become a lover
Of your words…
Their
Majestic charm…
Your ironies
And dirges
Have made
My soul
Bound in
Fathoms of
A talking
Brook….
Your metaphors
Lull the soul
To a rhyming
Streams of
Consciousness …
Your
Personifications
Dizzy gratitude
In the stringed
Lyre of the heart….
Your
Similes streak
A lightening
And Venus
Shines as a
Swollen breast.
I admire for
The many lovers
You’ve had….
Your body is
An exodus
Of poetic
passion….
Yes, I am
Reading you
Now …..
An opera
Is plucking
The harp
Of my heart….

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