India!
I said I would come
(but I said)
only when a man
with the tenderest
compassion
to live like vibrant poverty
and the devotion
to love, wearing garlands and garlands
of orange and with laughter
sincere (honking spontaneous)
and he must be deeply open
(yes, even shakti eyes and freckle kissed arms)
can as my equal, stand
by my side
to all this I promised
only then would I come
within India’s sunrise
and dawning, I find
my beloved
illusion of love
(you give me exactly what I ask for)
in all this poetry
called India
