Love Temperature

Hotel window looks out onto temple courtyard
with cavalcade of aquamarine sculptures.
A monkey strolls on cornice, behind her - the Ganga
escorted by ropes of orange pilgrims.
You shut the door with padlock and run downstaires
from 5. floor without lift.

In dining room you dish up on steel plate a rice,
vegetables and eat it using a tea spoonful.
When you're accompanied by young Indian women
time flows like a drop on the fleshy, green leaf.
This question is posed quickly: 'Are you married?'

I bloom here like an orchid in a glasshouse.
I should install such a hot hearts in my flat
instead of cast iron heaters.


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