Blue Hanuman (Joan Larkin)

Blue Hanuman by Joan Larkin A four-armed flutist took me  to the blue avatar: stone-blue monkey, whiskers silver,  broken beads silver-- paint dashed by the artist on cheap paper. Bought for a few annas, God kneels, looks left. Intense concentration. His ink hands rip open his chest,  pull skin aside like a velvet curtain-- Rama and Sita alive at his core. And what devotion shall  my flesh show, and my broken-open breast. His blueblack tail flicks upward, its dark  tip a paintbrush loaded blue.