Archive for Tag Archives: ' madhuri'
Somebody carved her And she carved him back. She got little eyes Like a coconut. She gave him fangs And faucets. Her laugh will pull us through. We are not her keeper She keeps herself As [...]
For Nisarg The moon read her poems aloud To a beautiful woman in a bathtub. That woman was sparkling clean In water blue with bathstuff. Steam lived like inching atoms Amongst the four small walls. The [...]