(from the Kirsten in the monkey temple in Jaipur, Rajasthan)
sunset quiet
a white temple shines whiter in shadow
she is gentle with the smile
she conveys in her fingers
unveiling beneath my brow
an infant drip of red
in prayer to her ancient birthmark
dark as her offering
to the sun
she steps aside
her reverent hands dissolve skyward
as the mountain heaves her
towards her god
my pale skin
glows dark in her temple
i bow dim to the shrine
the suncrowned face
shines with sinking light
from its limbs manifest
centuries below
the city echoes with haze
each inward cry impatient horn
dirty fingernail and pleading tongue
evaporate past the valley
beckoned by burnt stones
i descend
into the sun shy shadow of cities
warm in silent solitude
a poet emerges
and a quiet love appears
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