for Karthik
'...descend, and of the curveship lend a myth to God.' - Hart Crane
You hear
'consolation'
as 'constellation'
when I explain
a poem is a
consolation
work that I
am compelled
to
as a lover
is to
traces
pointing
beyond sighs
and windows
where
Arcturus
stands
poised
wheeling
in night's
patient
round
his arrow
strung
forever
ready to
swiftly fly
as am I
along the
spatial curve
of your
arching
thighs
and this
too
your taut
restrained
breath held
between
swollen
lips of
praise
If you
could only
see what
I see in
your eyes
when the
arrow
finally
flies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Phew! It's toasty in here... Beautifully executed! .. Sultry... yet Serene.. Nothing more romantic than gazing the stars on a clear night... Move over Cupid... Arcturus is in town... Bravo...