Song of my Indian Flute.

Look how exotically God mixed her spices
in no hurry, he blended curry and coriander leaves
with fresh Basmati rices and look what He achieved:
this insatiable flavour both savoury and sweet
honey marinated meat, tender and tingling to the lips
look how He mastered the sway of her hips
like hills and valleys for me to explore
but that wasnt His grande finale, oh no, there's more
you wont believe what magic her hands can do when they begin
it's like they're wrapped in silk
like God poured jugs full of coconut milk into her skin
cos her hugs wipe away every hurtful blemish and sin
and when she dances
she's got every warrior making bold advances
see when God made her, He gave her a smile to end wars
like a fountain of youth, it heals lost time and mends sores
her tears flow from a mountain of juice,
writing lemon flavoured poems across her cheek
so to hear her speak, i must confess, makes my knees weak
and when she stands before me in full bloom
i cant help thinking of a crystal moon
a real wonder, a miracle
there's no words to describe the spell i feel under
because her deepest beauty is spiritual
see, her masterpiece is her heart
you can tell this is where God chose to start
for all else about her is as resplendant and regal
she is indeed a living angel among people.

In case i dont get to play you my song
know that i love you as the day is long
and you would know this if you'd heard my unhindered lyrics
that boast of kindred spirits and eternal flames
our souls are one and the same
for when, by some infernal shame,
my own perished, your ghost lingered near it
and I became whole again
so in case you dont ever hear me play
know that my love is here to stay
today and everyday.


For my Queen Bee, Ishta N Kutesa and other names: You make me feel like dancing! You're an angel.