You tasted
like midnight;
moonlight.
A crescent sliver
that made my thighs shiver.
I opened wide,
your nighttime bride.
You filled me
with indigo sky.
Mournful scry;
a helpless sigh;
royal blue
lullaby.
Shimmer
Sheathe me
in your ardor
like chiffon;
tie me up
in the raw silk ties
of your dreams.
I will wear your love
like a dress,
radiantly.
You can
touch me
like lace,
finger
shimmery fabric
of my diaphanous heart;
feel fine subtle textures
of my soul;
undress me.
Moonstone
The taste of you
was bone marrow on toast;
decadent,
animal,
richness that sustains.
You captivated my tongue.
I craved you.
Hard,
mineral,
smoky quartz;
you were pellucid, dark,
moonlight
inside me.
You bent me over
like a moonbeam
and I shone
like moonstone.
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.
Waiting
Waiting
in expectation.
Under luminescent
peach, pink sky,
I pass nights
longing
for you.
My heart flowers.
I am a poet
writing luscious rhymes
for you.
You are my song.
I am lost;
divine.
I taste dark fruit;
cloudy wine.
Desire
for you.
Blood Diamond
My heart is a
blood diamond;
beautiful,
sad.
I shine
for you,
my lover,
my appraiser.
Trade me
on a black market
of dreams
for untold riches.
Sell my soul
for ether,
vaporize.
I will
breathe you in
like a scent.
Materialize.
You and I
together,
we are
treasure.
Rose
My thoughts
of you
light ether
like incense smoke
curling in air.
You can sense
my scent,
of tender geranium;
the flowering
of my majestic
love potion.
I am
velveteen
filigree
encircling
your mind.
Crave me
with your
sweet tooth.
Ravish me
like rose
ice cream.
Of Love And Longing
I stew
like meat and prunes
in the soup
of my longing;
taste the green
astringent leaves
of my heartbreak,
that grow
like fennel bulbs
from my chest,
a flourishing bitter.
I soak,
grind you
into acorn flour,
releasing tannins
of memory,
making this palatable —
my love,
my aching loss.
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.
