bogusagain
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Untangling the chains of silver Nepali anklets
Made me imagine
taking you
to see the erotic carvings at Durbar square
Later my anklets would dance a raga
Tiny bells jingling
beneath my crimson toenails
on your shoulders
I remember the green sweater you were wearing
The first time I took you
Now that is ironic.
I picked that up that sweater in dollar a pound
In Boston. It was scheduled to be made into rags
The color was loud, vivid kelley green
And you, who have always stressed
The other side of our common heritage
Should realize that I could never have worn that
Without my English, German Scotch skin
This is what I remember:
You taking my hand and placing it
On top of your jeans
looking fiercely into my eyes
And later
when you groaned God, I want you so much
You know, I probably still have that sweater.
Silk
After seeing a stack of “Fifty Shades of Grey” in the supermarket.
A tie is not quite right.
Better would be a scarf, knotted
loosely, so as not to damage
the delicate fabric. And not gray,
never gray. You revel in color
the way all flowers do;
it opens your beauty
like a bloom. This last—
I will not cover your eyes.
They speak as eloquently
to me as those little feline cries.
That's a very nice thing to say, gm. I appreciate it.I showed this to my wife yesterday. She said she liked it and even read it again this morning. You have a new fan.