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 eye together a round and more in between
Recall: on bikes off we cycled to the Khajur country rural
wind behind ears and years blew cool the air so hot
houses and people the primitive picture alive like an ancient mural
memory deep and vivid, not a sense ever have I forgot
Indian teen reminds me of me and tells myths about religion and gods
“we do believe in the unbelievable here
In India the strange happens against the odds
the stories told, you should believe and fear”
temples of khajuraho erotic statues so extreme
Monkey, Cow God fornicate with the immortal lithe pose
transport me there, perfect carvings; the bods, the acts, are a toxic erotic dream
This woman who owns the mortal god like bod no one knows
I look around and compare this god like beauty
nothing compares, no one does what she did
why settle for second best when there’s a maiden like her to see
no more except, accept I must forbid
the thoughts of day and life merging expanding
spin in my mind, searching, until they can not find meaning
My quest, What quest, why do I search for my life Queen
The threads of life so gymnastic before never seen
Round round: my my the red sun cycle spinning erotic rolling, merging
Round round: my past and around together, deeper into the darkness I’m falling
Round round: my now, drowsing my eyes, deep and deeper, I’m slipping from this place
Round round: my hope, spinning, rolling, further further, thumbling to a new space
Darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness, then a tiny light