DON’T CONDEMN ME

            It’s still linked but I don’t understand

            or don’t want to understand

            I am too much with me and worry

            about her dying libido and my

            own shrinking sex amidst salsa chill

             Bihu fever, Vishu rituals

             ringing emptiness day and night shake

             the age-wrapped youth for single-edge play

             in forked flame carve image of heaven

             to challenge the jealous God undo

              sins of races flowing in my blood:

              I love Him through the bodies He made

              but they don’t understand redemption

              in churning and parting of the sea

              they don’t rejoice the flames of henna

              on her palms nor let the lily bloom

              in the valleys use the clefts and cliffs

              to deface beauty and spike voices

              don’t condemn me if I am not white

              the water still flows in my river


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