Monday, July 21, 2008


(for Kelly....she knows why)

Somewhere in India,

I have the long black hair of many incarnations.

Somewhere in India,

I carry a jug on my head, steadied with one arm--

The other

Exists to display my many bracelets.

I have a bindi,

And eyes like the river at night, reflecting torches--

Men are humbled.

Somewhere in the tall, dozing grass,

A tiger admires my sari--

There is a flash, like an instant sunset...

Days are passing in a lovely shade of orange.



Kelly Dickson said...

just smiles knowingly.... You really made me feel as though this is real, no mean feat Shay. Kxx

Fireblossom said...



Cynthia said...

Oh yes, 'tis a beauty with your
usual clean sensual lines.

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, Cynthia. :-)