Saturday, 29 October 2011

A Relationship -- Kamala Das


Yes,
It was my desire that made him male
And beautiful, so that when at last we
Met, to believe that once I knew not his
Form, his quiet touch or the blind kindness
Of his lips was hard indeed. Betray me?
My body’s wisdom tells and tells again
And even death nowhere else but here in
My betrayer’s arms …
(From Summer in Calcutta)

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