Women Like You by Michael Ondaatje

(The communal poem–Sigiri Graffiti, 5th Century)

They do not stir

these ladies of the mountain

do not give us

the twitch of eyelids

The king is dead

They answer no one

take the hard

rock as lover.

Women like you

make men pour out their hearts

‘The golden skins have

caught my mind’

who came here

out of the bleached land

climbed this fortress

to adore the rock

and with the solitude of air

behind them

carved an alphabet

whose motive was perfect desire

wanting these portraits of women

to speak

and caress

Hundreds of small verses

by different hands

became one

habit of the unrequited

Seeing you

I want no other life

and turn around

to the sky

and everywhere below

jungle, waves of heat

secular love

Holding the new flowers

a circle of

first finger and thumb

which is a window

to your breast

pleasure of the skin

earring     earring

curl

of the belly

and then

stone mermaid

stone heart

dry as a flower

on rock

you long eyed women

the golden

drunk swan breasts

lips

the long long eyes

we stand against the sky

I bring you

a flute

from the throat

of a loon

so talk to me

of the used heart

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