Kashmiri Houseboat

by Pia Taavila

In a dark river flowing,
encircling the earth,
your tropical genitals float in my dream,
an island nation of bougainvillea:
male mynah birds calling.

Wrapped in orchid desire,
I lounge poolside and sip cloudy
drinks from a tall, lazy glass,
a paper umbrella perched on its rim,
salt lime edging my lips.