the nervous

charge of two

bodies, juxtaposed--

that know they're

going to die.

banter truer than

tongues whose campfires

burn the story.

at all times...while

telling it.

friction will never

rat out fire!

last night was so
white that doorbells
glowed,
off busy streets.
spring snow ringing
them all.
such a heavy white,
to fall like a cast from
a form.
at the first touch of
light.
you had to of been there,
and you all were.

rocking back
and forth,
to answer
why.
wings lavish
their anticipatory
spread.
lord of attendant
activity--
know my weight
in full.
catch my air,
for faith's
prime.

You are the body of Siva, having sun and moon for twin
*******;
Your Self, I surmise, O Goddess, as a new sinless Self;
Therefore, by mutual complementarity, this relation
remains one of common reciprocity
Between You two, participating on equal terms of
transcendent bliss.


--Soundarya Lahiri


you wandered into the cave

of this spiritual heart.

the moment you entered, these

eyes flew open--and glowed

nocturnally.

black, the color of dispassion--

moved with you, till it realized it

moved and was broken.

even after perfectly seeing the

hell that is desire, desire thus!!!

you conjured this, you called out into

the wild...and now i call back!!!

i couldn't resist you, because you awakened

the realization that there's more to be burned.

your hand found its way across

the cave walls...never was a touch

so familiar.

you create the time it takes for

five fingers to hold every hand

ever formed.

if it is i've understood the energetic exchange,

and you have not...manifold the cave.

how unfathomably deeper the

depth, and i must love you

relentlessly for making it there.

i have forever to wait out your

mind.

eyes closed...tears of ecstasy

cutting down a face of ash.

the aesthete is
crucified by
a series of
reflective drops.
as images slow
enough to hold.
the chalice
is raised,
and the heart
goes
down
smooth.

i'm tracing your sensitivity,

your secrecy with my finger...

the folds of a flower that continually

spread new color.

your duplicitous flare.

the buzzing ghosts of bees,

dying mid-nectar.

your super intelligent eyes

following my mind till i lose it...

only to grow another one.

deeper than your walls, deeper

than your layers...to the chamber

of your repose.

burning sandalwood and a flood

of moon, settling down on

your bed.

as with the weight of strong hands

slowly working their way toward you.

you're choking back the tears, you feel

fully exposed.

you can't and won't gather yourself

for the oncoming ecstasy.

tonight i lit a stick

of incense...

it burned and curled

to ash precisely where

it was lit--without

disintegrating.

forming a perfect

loop.

as if to meet its

initial spark at

eye level, one

more time...

somehow during an

overgrowth of years,

you became frozen

stiff.

right where you spiked.

with what's beyond you--

yet you.

quoting the heart...

most memorably.

to the famished forgetfulness,

of a changing landscape.