Nepal


Show me her temple
And the hem of her rocky skirts
Blessed with snow offering
Dry wind kiss on my dimple

Scree down her sides, sure
The world for which I've longed
Sacrificed my song for
Moody butter scent allure

Rosary beads of labour dregs
Lust for the draping scape thighs
To be drawn with wheezing lungs
Working on her scattered legs

Lips of ululating thrill
On the mouth of her benevolence
Not to be trusted in full
Token gestures of her will

Beyond what I've known leaps
During monoliths of entrapment
The exchanged encampment
On the forms around her peaks

26th July '10