The Grandest Other Poem by Subrata Ray

My Grandest Other
My boy- friends and husband,
With different passports,
Cross the boarder and take my land,
My home, I admit, accommodates rooms,
As if the groom in the bed lock consumes.
My soil I feel needs bottom -stirred plough,
While all the casual farmers retire from surface,
My secret Other quakes the buried volcano,
And grinds my satiety to saturated trance.
I render no confession but the flame of the Fire,
The switched strokes of lightening thunder,
I will the whirl of Tsunami's wonder.
My secluded occult Other, sends my senses to sleep,
And with His touch infinite I rises from measureless-deep!