Kali

In India are sacred hidden pools


They can’t compare to your eyes’ flashing depths


Nor ripened lips themselves dark ruby jewels


nor teeth like pearls, your sighs and whispered breaths\


 


I drift in nights of tropic humid dark


Enraptured by the hint of censored dreams


You sang to me, as does the passioned lark


Desire closed my mind to all your schemes


 


White thighs like hand-worked opal smooth and pale


Can wrap my soul in lust or crush my heart


Your promises mean nothing-I must fail


To keep you close, it rends my soul apart


 


All women are the Goddess in disguise


Redemption and destruction in their eyes

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