Tell me

If not beneath
a canopy of sweet
vanilla clematis
twining from toe to tip
arousing my anticipation

If not in a choral
Of buoyant reflections
A supple fragrance
Of time and not yet time
that lifts the weight of here

If not silvered
my world to moth-light
flutter of our delicate selves
in a provocative trance
of ecstasies

Where am I?

Words © malai carrara 2011
Photography © Nausher Banaji