The gypsy woman hastily strings the rainbow beads,
hair dipped in honey falls in long tresses on her bare shoulder.
Unmindful of the moisture that collects in the curve of her thighs
she squats under the mahuda tree, the gnarled root holds her
in a tight embrace. She wears the string of beads, it falls
on the mount of her breast along the trail of the snail
drawn in urgent passion where her man ran his fingers, his tongue
before leaving for the forest to collect wild honey from the high trees.
Inspired by this composition by L Subramaniam
in Charukesi ragam: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EfQ5_6Z70E&feature=related
‘Birds of Joy’ – water colour by Jenny Floravita