Jade, spice, you were lost in a dream

lifted from yellow smoke,

My heart spurts out like a half broken fountain. It appears to be working

Only to the untrained eye.

All is welling up like a swelling, bursting, pregnant sea,

upended as an angry, mountain like goddess,

She splits my mind in half and mixes the sun baked ocean, and coddles it like her undernourished child

She takes out the salt like a hasty line cook spilling half the rich soup and pouring bland tap water to fill in the blanks,

Laid out in my knotted frame,

In my bloody wounds, crawling inside my red spaces

As you were

taken from me.

India is romance wrapped in jeweled up jade, lovingly toasted spices

Hot humid air wrapped up in orange, red light that layers on your face like a sad embrace

You cannot heal (this island cannot move without your soft heart leaps )

My red spaces

They are invisible

And you are far away

In a dream within a maddening day dream,

A song I heard once but was damned to forget,

In a sun soaked villa I have never lived,

In humid, heady air dripping with toasted spices I have never tasted,

And that you spit out,

But lovingly titled on the canvas,

Spelled out

Love in India, Jade #2 in Red