Namaste          by Jessica Michallet-Romero                              Copyright  ©  May 13, 2005,  Jessica Michallet-Romero                            All Rights Reserved Sweet on my lips … Mirabai      Each letter of your name languidly sift through my fingers and disappear swiftly through the sands of the Sahara You are so far …   Can still feel the branding seared by your soul on my heart So sweet on my lips … Mirabai I cannot see your face Even after all this time … you deny me the right … my right … to gaze upon the darkness of your eyes … glide upon the silk that is your golden skin and read the poetry of  soft lips I can still feel against my heat Sweet on my lips … Mirabai All that is left are the tiny dying petals of jasmine discarded so long ago … yet ever so fragrant with your essence … sweetly intoxicating You are so far … Can still feel the desolation left by your words in my core Sweet on my lips … Mirabai
Disclaimer:  This poem was inspired by the readings from the book "Sweet On My Lips:  The Love Poems of Mirabai" Translated by  Louise Landes Levi This poem is written from the POV of Mirabai's female servant.