X.
In
the Rains of Dharana.
Meditating while still remembering
a lover’s face in the rains
of Dharana.
Deity I am always seeing
when my body is in Asana.
This concentration is
disturbed
however by a face from last
night.
A lovely woman whom I
observed
stayed the night for endless
delight.
We kissed with hunger for
the same goal
naked bodies together in bed.
Sexually sharing my very
soul.
No need for any words to be
said.
With her flawless beauty I
fell in love,
but perhaps she didn’t with
me.
I wanted her first, nothing
above
her face all that I wanted
to see.
And so she left me in the
morn.
I probably won’t see her
again.
Just a love I shouldn’t have
sworn.
Now it’s back to meditation.
Her beautiful face I can’t
forget.
The image of her face is
etched in my mind.
The memory soaks me wet.
The rains of Dharana are
what I must find.