After living upstairs for ages
At the graces of the old white hand
That fed you tender morsels
Let you in or out,
Cleaned up the messes
You left under the couch
And the kitchen floor
After you howled at me
In unexplained angst
After running off
To the psychedelic tom
Who abandoned you
In the kennel
After all that
I realized you weren’t ever
To be my lover,
Or even my friend,
Only my cat

Krishna to Tara:
Recently reincarnated,
After so many millennium without you
There's so many ways I want to make love to you,
That one lingam is not enough,
So I grow a ninety-nine more,
Sprouting branches of sinew and flesh
From my chest, my arms, my legs,
All stretching toward you.
In response, you open ninety-nine yoni
Rose red lips opening like flowers in every niche.
Embracing, we fit together like a puzzle piece,
Once halved, once divided, once mystical
Now solved.

Tara to Krishna:
Crazy blue man,
Come to me as one lover,
Not a myriad
You only need one piece
To fit the puzzle that is me,
Complete me and I'll make you one again,
And suspend the cycle
Of rebirth and death
But you must give up
Those Gopi, those hundred and eight *****,
They must find a more suitable lover
To fit their station behind the cow

Scars on snowy flesh
The serenity of pain
Melts in a moment


Alone facing the night
Thin bright blades crossing clear skin
Tribal rituals of passage