The first time I saw you.
It was in a remote world;
It was years ago.
You, yourself, were manifest in a niche
In a Hindu temple, a marble figure,
With your eyes carved wide-open.
You were adorned in regal, pageant gown,
Dyed violet, it matched the color of your eyes.
Brass bowls of red-hot coals burned
Perfumed joss sticks at your feet.
Your supplicants cued from portal to portal arch,
They humbly awaited chance to implore good fortune.
And they carried on polished metal trays
Oblations of fresh-cut flowers and I remember seeing
Strings of marigolds, cluster upon cluster of pompons,
And with them bunch of large lotus flowers.
They offered all kind of fruit.
There were bananas, coconuts, and pomegranates.
All was splashed with bright vermilion powder,
As if to inform the procession,
To remind those petitioners that once,
That once, it was not so long ago,
Blood had sanctified the sacrifice.
And me, I await, patient.
I am just another mortal, who prays for your favor,
Hope to tease meaning from your stare,
I desire, I wish for you to bless me,
While, like those other who beseech you, I stare intently,
My eyes dwell upon your motionless and painted face.
I go deep within my pocket to pull wrapped, hard candy,
Add it to my tray of gifts, and excitedly exclaim, tell
The temple priests, I wear appropriate raiment,
That my nostrils detect your mango fragrance!
And in the clamor, coming up, almost inaudible,
Against the background noises of the street,
I believe I hear your coded parlance, 'I miss you'.
You tell me, you miss me.
I am on my knees and I pray,
Goddess, Love, grant me the serenity
To accept the long absence
Before you are flesh in my arms again,
The courage to change those things about me
So better to pray and be proper devotee,
And the wisdom to remain faithfully yours,
To be yours and yours alone, today, tomorrow,
Whatever obstacles may bar the way,
Stay a course steadfast and loyal, fervently always.