Garden of Longing

Entering the garden

Where Krishna plays

I taste the sweet music

Of your smile as a

Pair of pink lotus

Blossoms caress

In the stillness.

 

I listen to the flowers

Breathing their fragrance

Into the evening air

As I walk, bare hearted,

Through luminous grass

Damp with desire.

 

Entering the garden

Where Radha sighs

You touch my rawness

With your longing

Innocent of the storm

Brewing in my silence.

 

Then without warning

The clouds of grief break

To unleash a tsunami

That takes no prisoners.

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