In the moonlight
your hooked tongue
snakelike in a mandala song
soaking myriads of paths
in my mind and yours
sweat dropping tamarisk
laden with humid rain
the open tentacles of desire
in a diadem……..
the sigh, the pain, the crimson
merged
in a mantra and a concerto
then the winds in schisms
of pain and pleasure
raptorial candles tried pilfering
remnants of moments
that failed
to move with felt time.
Your thoughts express more than they reveal ...sensual escapade of expressions captured within the exotic mind and yet the pleasure is revealed as time stands still...a very exquisite piece...
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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Regis
nice...
Art Sun...
excellent Saberi...
John
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
Love the line, "then the wind in schisms..."
Edwin