by Saberi Roy
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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are you still stinking of me from that
passion’s night and does that tongue bleed
my bite? are you lost in the ocean of my fluids
and drowning in quicksand seeking breath?
the crumpled sheets of our unpoised fecundities
are on the other side of the universe
and you are a child lost in the folds
the paths of sunken debris and moist waves
the veins have somehow exchanged our bruises
and a me-you cuts on the river of placid voids
are you still counting the moves of our carnal bends
like the stormkissed edges sweeping thoughts?
the tryst has stolen our paths of destiny
unwrapping unknowingness withering tomorrows
treads heavy like the soiled waited breath and
you write the words of passion lost and
we etch our souls on stones of silenced emotions
I write on yours and you on mine
as we trade fantasies on rusted frescoes
on the walls that bind our worldly synchronicity
yet we have us still on the shaken bridge
Copyright - Saberi Roy, October 13, 2007
Chronicles of Desire
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|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Saberi, you are able to write with the beauty of words entangled in the intimacy of pain and joy simultaneous. The fabric of romance unfolds in the artistry of your heart.|
|Reviewed by Monica Martin
|A beautiful work!|
|Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury
|What a beautiful ode to loves design.|
|Reviewed by R Beeman
|very well thought out write. a touch of wit and sarcasm blended with such deep passion and desire. brought together "on the shaken bridge unfolding time " i love the last line. to unfold time would be a powerful thing.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|this poem explores both side of love and passion, flesh and spirit ... it is a self-explanatory query into the temporary balance and shaky foundation they force onto our willing beings ...
i like the uniqueness of imagery and the amalgamation of sarcasm and desire ...
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Some real memorable lines in this one Saberi ...
"the crumpled sheets of our unpoised fecundities"
"we etch our souls on stones of silenced emotions"
Very soul-searching, mildly cynical; the afterglow you have created in this is intoxicating. Well done!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Quite a mind-stiring poem with questions asked without really needing an answer . . . Angst-influenced is the biting scarcasm and reality is the base from which it came . . . Exceptionally well done . . .|