Come closer, so that I may whisper it in your ear…
When I espy a lovable woman walking on the street,
Be her short or moderate or tall,
Be her figure like a pear, or a banana, or an hourglass,
Be her hair fiery or sunny or inky or chocolaty,
Be it spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall,
Or rolled discreetly behind her ear,
Or tortured according to some new coiled and twisted fashion,
Be her ears elfish or a-glitter with earrings,
Be her nails foxy red or widow black,
Be her chest hilly or flat, like a plain,
Be her dress too long, too decent
Or too short, too rash,
Revealing thighs that would make a cannibal out of a fasting monk,
I throw a furtive glance and then walk on, minding my own business,
For fear that she is married or at least engaged,
Yet inwardly I sparkle like champagne,
And bubble, and foam,
Yearning to be
A wine stain on her wedding dress.
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Image copyright: Andre Kohn
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Reminds me of a folk song which says ‘In my next life I shall be born . as a thread in a weaver’s home and as a sari woven with that thread cling to your body.’
That sounds good. What’s the name of the song?
I don’t think it has any title as such;it was sung to the accompaniment of one stringed instruments by nomadic ballad singers called ‘bauls’.Poets have no boundaries,spanning difference of time,place,language they think and feel alike.
Woman, yeah we seek you and yet we have a fear of you. A true and complex paradox.
If a married man says so then it must be so. ☺
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Oh, I think this is my favorite thing you’ve written. “A wine stain on her wedding dress” what a wonderful image 😉
So, so, so, so sweet.
Like sugar? Like honey? Or more so?
Honey.
Just because I love it.
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