Sugar

I lead men

to the edge

of divine abyss.

Wrap them like gifts

for the Gods,

then watch them become

unwrapped.

Melt like sugar

into smooth sweetness;

dissolve in the heat

of my hands.

My siren song

a lullaby.

My honey realm

a shadow dream,

gated;

I hold all the keys.

Lost

Perhaps I was

cardamom

in your coffee,

scent of cinnamon

after too long;

spice of life.

Yet for you

I traversed

the Silk Roads,

entered tribal lands,

became lost.

Sacred songs

encircled me,

of wildness

and love,

holy longing.

In this desert,

arid and mysterious,

your lips

are like

water.

Are you an oasis

or mirage?

I cannot tell.

Still, I drink deeply

of you,

subsisting on

memories;

your lingering reflection

in this shimmery well

of dreams.

Your Shadow

You left

your shadow.

Here

with me.

A dark impression of you remains,

blackly radiant with your kisses,

your resinous scents

of oudwood and amber.

Haunting enchantment;

fading golden glow;

whiff of fragrant sweet tobacco smoke;

nighttime sadness.

Midnight salt and sweat

of your skin

lingers on my tongue,

tasting of redolent spice.

You are inside me still.

I can feel you,

writhing

in and out,

our souls touching

at the hinges.

Memories of ecstasy, of betrayal;

these rich, royal colors,

all this pleasure and pain,

dark amethyst hues,

held within my glassy heart

like a powder keg.

In the same

dangerous, enticing,

volatile manner

that an enigmatic old bottle

contains a djinn.