you hook me with your tip
as i’m driven under you and inside
madness, taxi, tuk tuks, Delhi
you do not hide
from faces of women in dupattas, men in turbans, cows dawdling
dead on the roadside
look into me, you sexy crescent moon
low, gazing wildy, heart and hara, hot and pricked
just above sugarcane fields forever
are you waxing, are you waning? will you fade or light me up?
i’ll worship and adore you, you sexy crescent moon
feed me, guide me, suck me up
i lie on my side, see you resting, glowing, offering sight to me
bronze face tilts to the heavens, round pout
we’re purple in our humanness
beloved effortlessly seduces his lover, who loves to give herself to him
…cosmic and only time will tell…
i rise in your darkness, offer you my light
round and round and round and round
you sexy crescent moon
–
first night in india, taxi delhi to rishikesh // march 2014, refurb november 2020
