Reena, Preet, Shreeta & Aneeta
are desis who will marry well;
coming from good traditional homes in Delhi
& elsewhere on the subcontinent
where a wild psychology flourishes
in the home of the Buddha & Shiva
& Krishna & Kali; there were girls
in the Indus valley hundreds of thousands
of years ago bathing naked in shimmering
see-through saris, nor far away
the Chinese girls already risen picking rice;
there were Lamas ruling the mountain caves of
the gay cave men while the women of Indra ruled
the valley; into this & out of this came the myth of the Aryan warriors
descending from the north over the mountains from glacial lands
seeming in the white misty clouds of Avalon;
there were no Popes or even gurus only tellers
of the old tales known since renegade Denisovan
were expelled from primordial Siberia where
grandmothers commit ****** regularly; the sons & daughters
                                                                ­                                    intermarrying;
colors blending; brown red white dark black purple & yellow & every green thing, red as blood so lovely;
I think about her everyday; this day & every random minute, hours split into seconds; so now the world over she is the devil w/ a microchip implanted so I can always find the earth;
her subtle cool eyes; so deep & dark & brown;
I love green-skinned desis & will w/ all my strength,
that not given to god which is nothing
besides my will to have & to hold
smart meteor shower spilling over O devil muse,
king of ruses, trickster monkey King Hanuman,
hater of Muslims, incarnation of Shiva, devoted to Rama
& Lord over all the desi Queens of ancient Polynesia;
upon Aladdin's Persian lamp I pray
for a Desi Jin to grant me a desi gf