Category Archives: Khajhuraho

An Afternoon in Khajhuraho She smacks my face; “your last breadth you near had you drank the blazen flower lust has made you mad” It’s the kings wife, “save ours your soul, find Apsara intox you must avoid the blaze … Continue reading →

Dying to be in Khajhuraho Half towns people have been carved in a dust storm Danger everywhere the temple statues form I run away and into the shadow man; the teen from my time believe in the unbelievable rings like … Continue reading →

The Afternoon Darkens Early in Khajhuraho I wake with fear in the temple of which I do not know day night, not sure, all round the copulation still gush flow my head pains blazen hurt, lust drunk, much too much … Continue reading →

When am I in Khajhuraho this tiny light wakes spins in my dream from behind the mountain shines this perfect bright beam against the temples and down on me sitting outside the temples how can that be a face of … Continue reading →

My Fall into Khajhuraho An afternoon in Khajuraho baking under the red sun’s scorch Watching the fan spin spin dizzy on the lodge porch Thinking of the day gone, life done and the sights seen Spin spin in my mind’s … Continue reading →