Saturday, February 10, 2007

Closing the Kamasutra

In another country at the river’s edge

We lay down in whispering dirt,

Then tried to fix a house with hot hope.

If we live together much longer

I’ll become a cloud in my own soul.

Sweet jasmine floats in a bowl,

A keyboard harbours insects

(Mites in secret laying white eggs).

I must light frankincense to smoke them out

Else the alphabets will fail.

It is written in the Kamasutra --

They embraced not caring about pain or injury,

All they wanted was to enter each other.

This is known as milk-and-water.

Meena Alexander (The Harvard Review 2005) [photo; Mary Mercer 'embrace']

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