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    Devadesi

    "Don't worry" he said, "You needn't say a word.
    I'll tell them you're my student from India."

    Long black hair wrapped about her waist like a sari.
    Her skin radiated the heat of too much 'pitta'.
    Her gaze could sharpen a ceremonial katar
    cleanly stabbed into the heart.
    A devadesi*danced graceful like the sacred fire of the mandir
    and with the grounding strength of the Earth.
    She taught him the*spiritual bliss of the*sutras
    an infinite moan his mantra.

    No, not a word was needed
    for she was not a student.

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    Enjoyed. Interesting poem needing further analysis on my part...

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
    tailor
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    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

    7-8-2015

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