In Love

O what does the burning mouth
Of sun, burning in today's,
Sky, remind me….oh, yes, his
Mouth, and….his limbs like pale and
Carnivorous plants reaching
out for me, and the sad lie
of my unending lust.
Where is room, excuse or even
Need for love, for, isn't each
Embrace a complete thing a finished
Jigsaw, when mouth on mouth, i lie,
Ignoring my poor moody mind
While pleasure, with deliberate gaeity
Trumpets harshly into the silence of
the room… At noon
I watch the sleek crows flying
Like poison on wings-and at
Night, from behind the Burdwan
Road, the corpse-bearers cry ‘Bol,
Hari Bol' , a strange lacing
For moonless nights, while I walk
The verandah sleepless, a
Million questions awake in
Me, and all about him, and
This skin-communicated
Thing that I dare not yet in
His presence call our love.

[From Summer in Calcutta]

by Kamala Das

Comments (9)

Excellent. O the power of true love! The song of love. I enjoyed the read! Good one
A poem so short but woven with fine rhymes and rhythm, it whistles hope love and happiness..well done...10+++++++++
You show you are a strong woman in this Tia, keep singing and smiling 10 Lynda xx
Keep singing that last line Tia. girl - - and your wish should really come true -lovely verse 10 from Fay
T ruly this one is great love poem i can relate to its sensitivity a nd the zest it contains
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