by Deepa Gulrukh Patel
the dripping light with no skin
turns into inlets of
hard fought
or is it won
tears
which course through
the sinews of my womanhood
in the womb a trickle of peace
in the breasts fountains of compassion
in the eyes pools of unseen beauty
each carrying the promise of summer
here the blossom of desire
transforms into the fruit of love
ripening to the point of surrender
caring not
whether i become
food for the lover
or
drop to the ground to rot
* Deepa Gulrukh Patel is a poet, advocate for social justice, and Sufi spiritual teacher living in England.