Dashavatara
Chine collee print
5 x 7
2014
Krishna
The gopis splash in the water,
laughing and gossiping.
They come out from the lake
to find I’ve taken
the saris and underthings
they left on the grass.
I call from the tree and ask
them to approach me,
their arms raised above their heads
as devotees, water glistening
on their breasts, dripping from
their braids.
I return their garments
as, one by one, they
come near, laughing,
impelled by love.