Sringara

  

Dance with me - my delightful queen

your boughs 

of bard

are nests 

for homeless birds

and your tender whisper

keeps luring 

lost wandering souls.

Dance with me -my secret epiphany

chinese folios

are signs in the trees

the way to her

the way 

to Jeanne of Orleans

the homeless

will keep following you

while you

holding a golden tiara

in you hair

and purple diamonds

in your breasts

in your land of gardenias

you'll rise 

again

dancing

on the edge

of my fantasies

all dressed in sari

you hold the key

to an hidden memory

restless doves

gathering

like in an ancient tale

as we hear krishna's flute

and recall

promises 

carved in ebony