The most beloved

Written for Shruti Krishna Sareen

I envisage a moment
in which your Goddess
meets mine.

They are crossing Talkatora Gardens,
one from each side,
along shaded walks.

High noon swelters.
At fifteen paces, they lock eyes.
Each Goddess tilts her chin.

My Goddess sports a glowing crown
of white Thai orchids; pitch-black lingerie.
Your Goddess—

[‘The most beloved’ has appeared on the blog Common or Garden Poets. It references two earlier poems: ‘Talkatora Gardens’ by Shruti Krishna Sareen; and my poem, ‘Sullen’. Photo from Pexels Free Photos.]