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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Song of Love

Darling
Love’s passionate
fruit….
Your sensual
delicacy….
You succulence
to taste ….
Sweet is
my passion
for you …..
Love you
to my heart’s
passion….
Your cheeks are full
of wine ….
Your lips
the nectar of
honey ….
Your breasts
are hills of
beauty …..
Let me into
your passionate
orifice ….
Let me melt
in you ….

Song of Love

Darling,
Love awakens
In me like a poem;
You are so charming,
So mystically graceful….
Fall into my arms
And melt into
A song….
How I long to
Kiss your lips
Of passion….
How I long to
Taste the sweet
Nectar perched
On your tongue…
Let’s lie on the
Sweet bed
of poetry
And ecstasy
our nights

Song of Love

Darling…..
My love for
you is a harp ….
I gently play
on its strings
and make
melodies
of passion …..
Long to
embrace you
and melt
your lips with
sweet kisses….
Long to scent
the sweet fragrance
of your tender body…
Your breasts
are hills of poetry ….
Long to taste
the honey
in your sweet orifice
and cradle you
to a song
of ecstasy