KRISHNA
by Ann Mortifee
I've seen your face before
I've loved you here
And there
Forever
This one carried your eyes
That one, your hands
I loved your commitment in her
Your playful pleasure in him
I heard your welcome in the stream
Your breath on a summer afternoon
When the lilac was thick and drifting
And now you have come to me
And from the hills of rejoicing
All the milkmaids of my heart's desiring
Come running
With arms outstretched
And mouths soft with wanting
Into the abyss
Of your blue skinned abandoncopyright Ann Mortifee 1996
