yesh yam

?Anand Bose 2004

"Though to Art, Oh Palm
On this foreign soil" Jorge Loui Borges in Averroes

Scent of the Papaya

The fruit that disentangled
from the totem dial,
lay on the ground, nuzzling
the soiled cloak.

Leaven Venus

Gold and crimson dappled,
seeking intimate pastures,
sinking Swans hues
swathing the blue
abounding.

Lyric Demeter

Lyric of flutes
lulled the orifices
entangling welkin
cradling intimacies
of lush ecstasy.

Pomegranates

Caress is a lute
on the mount of Venus;
the palms are winged with lines
of the danseuse undressing.

Puzzle

Glass bed of
green microscopes
are puzzled by
the child gnome
drying dew.