Priya Sarukkai Chabria
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Through widening darkness
she entered my vision like lightning
dipped in gentleness.
I wished to hold
her like a mountain holds fire-clouds,
free yet bewitched, her tenderness
raining down the slopes of my life.
But I feel wooden: She is trusting
and savage, unschooled in the rules of men. Her giving
will be incandescent, her body flaming
into mine, to burn the bark
of my defenses; creeper-like
she will snake into my privacy.
Her brightness will turn adamant
as she roots into me;
her desires striking ...