Exposed.
Banish her tears.
Let
the
wake of
gliding swans
carry them over
cherry blossom tides
along ivied lines of a
longing unearthed
and into a soul
laid bare
for
you.
•
She.
Beauty
weaved from
gossamer threads.
Passions florid
fed by
flames.
Strength
of diamonds-
loveliness undying.
You are a woman, exquisite.
•
Pearl.
Twilight rent by a glittered moon
betray truth of a latent fear.
A gilded smile, a heart once proud,
joys tarnished by the salt of tears.
Captivate this wearied soul,
serenade her with a love divine.
Let the grains of silt that wounded her
be patterned for a jewel’s design.
•
Butterfly.
From the shadow-frosted timbers
to a soul-caressing ray.
From unrelenting sheaths of silt
weighed beneath an earth’s decay.
From ebbing bud to rising bloom,
hearts exhumed to wakened eyes.
As winter’s curtain takes its bow,
spread her wings…begin to fly.
For now she is free.
•
Awakening.
A mare among king’s chariots,
a lily amidst the thorns,
She is a dove hidden in cleft of rocks
sheltered from the morn.
But cast one glance upon her eyes,
and spice flows forth with wakened winds.
Come my love, to my field, he says,
Rise up and come within.
Lifted are plaits of ornaments
that shielded scars beneath.
Rent is the veil that guarded her
from vulnerabilities unsheathed.
She is a cluster of henna flowers
denuded by the Foehn,
A hearth dimmed, its fire quenched,
within which embers now burn.
•
Infatuation.
Eyes like doves
behind a veil…
Lips of lilies,
dripping with myrrh…
Awakened wind,
spice flowing forth…
Ravished is my heart.
•
Shaded.
If I were a rose
painted grey,
would your
love still
be
renewed?
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