Kamala Das - In Love

O what does the burning mouth <br />Of sun, burning in today's, <br />Sky, remind me….oh, yes, his <br />Mouth, and….his limbs like pale and <br />Carnivorous plants reaching <br />out for me, and the sad lie <br />of my unending lust. <br />Where is room, excuse or even <br />Need for love, for, isn't each <br />Embrace a complete thing a finished <br />Jigsaw, when mouth on mouth, i lie, <br />Ignoring my poor moody mind <br />While pleasure, with deliberate gaeity <br />Trumpets harshly into the silence of <br />the room… At noon <br />I watch the sleek crows flying <br />Like poison on wings-and at <br />Night, from behind the Burdwan <br />Road, the corpse-bearers cry ‘Bol, <br />Hari Bol' , a strange lacing <br />For moonless nights, while I walk <br />The verandah sleepless, a <br />Million questions awake in <br />Me, and all about him, and <br />This skin-communicated <br />Thing that I dare not yet in <br />His presence call our love. <br /> <br />[From Summer in Calcutta]<br /><br />Kamala Das<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-love-105/