POEM
The Sheets
Smudged here with betel juice, burnished there
with aloe paste, a splash of powder in one corner,
and lacquer from footprints embroidered in another,
with flowers from her hair strewn all over
its winding crumpled folds, the sheets celebrate
the joy of making love to a woman in every position.
Translated by R. Parthasarathy
Source: Poetry (April 2006).
This poem originally appeared in the April 2006 issue of Poetry.
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