Sakha
the other day
Kadambari and I
merged into one --
I became her and
she became me.
For eons, I have
wanted you inside,
starting with the hard kiss
that hurts and ends
with pleasure that explodes
like light from fireworks, spreading
green stars in the sky
within my head.
Sakha, it is late night --
I will close the tavern
dim the lantern.
Come, now, bring your sighs
to my loveless bed.
I will lay aside my sad poems,
my Neruda and Shelley
and wash my bruises
with your wine instead.