All Swallowed in My Coat

The snow and wind is getting pretty oppressive at this point.
I think I'm ready for Spring.

Yeah, I think I remember what that's like.

For the Love of Mirabai

Hey, I am my love's and my love is mine.
How do you dare cry love?
But if my love were restored today
your love call would be a joy.
I would gild your crying beak with gold
and you would be mine.



Although she happens to be refering to a divine "you," I can certainly appreciate Mira's very sensual musings for her love, Krishna. I can't say that my own religious devotion could be described as erotic, but this seems so... genuine.

Happy belated Valentines, I mean to say (in a round-a-bout way).