we sit upright two writers
upon
pedestals built of reciprocity
respect understanding shared like pastry
granted sanctuary floating above the altar of lakshmi
flower petals held aloft by golden elephants
blossoming abundance beauty purity grace fame prosperity
she chants her mantra in the sound of our laughter
.
Om Shrim Hrim Klim Mahalakshmi Nama
.
i tell you that the sort of man you are
makes me move my hands more gracefully
.
you sing my name
.
bed books pomegranates
and lovers laid open
discussing borges
poems read aloud in considerate spanish tongue
for ears wanton of love
.
a copy of the wasteland hidden within
ee cummings
we choose to be etherised upon this table
you paint my skin with your hands
making love to me on sheets of music
.
as we must part
we choose for our tears to become shillings
for admittance to the monster tea party
at penyfan pond
.
we agree to meet there tomorrow night
and then again forever