| Sari Covered Nights by Nancy Naomi Carlson | ||
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I'm a brass-bellied Buddha's dream, an evening of gauze, stars blue and windswept, the quicksilver moon tangled in the limbs of a lone banyan tree. Oh rub me to a blinding sheen! I am the sitar's ragged throat, pitched between here and when, caught in quartertones, worlds bewitched. Why these four arms so long unkissed? Am I not your goddess? My five mouths roll their uvulas, guttural as high winds crossing desert dunes. Is there not a stopping place for us, adrift, two souls who speak in tongues? _________________________________________________________________________ |