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p.22, Love in a Handful of Dust by Kirk Ramdath
– Poem, "kiss the dust"
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goddess
i am guilty of too much worship
i devour your remnants,
kiss the dust where your feet have loved the earth
my life is meditation
continuous contemplation
of the sweetest mantra –
your name
divine word
the sound escapes my lips
with the pleasure of a kiss
from your lips
lush vibration
two syllables more sacred than om
the first syllable, the inexorable wait
till the second syllable –
the sound of ascent
the upward movement that uplifts my soul
aural honey as sweet
as the sound of your voice
in close whispers
that come later –
but at first, i know only your name
and your sweet gypsy eyes
and the flirting between us
like we will be lovers
until i tell you what you already know
what extravagance
what exquisite pleasure
to love you
and to tell you
is enough to shatter
the timbres of my voice
into a honeycomb
the sweetness
is being inside you
when you come
and you come
like an angel
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