My India Trip I am lost in the fluid of words
in the comfort of my organic womb.

Brown phrases look at me
uncomprehendingly.
My lily white wallpaper
must be peeled.
And the sword reddened with my history.

I seek in her mind's eye
her boundless ancient love.
I seek her educated eyes
but my ocean is locked up

On a Delhi bookshelf
beyond Malay borders.  ¶ 3:08 PM