Radha
wretched body! I tremble
in realization that I’ve no choice
but to have loved you across many
forms a sort of perennial
obsession
let me be your instrument your
mother and father
a secret-lover: for we are the same!
I place my hands on your strings
and my wounds
dissolve
inexplicable as your devotion
and fluid
as my madness
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Ecstatic. Mystical. Intimate.