Love. Cosmic.
Lovemaking
in a cosmic winter,
flame
splinters,
and seashell pleasure moans,
the gesture of starlight
within your nutshell black thick eyelashes.
Late in the
night Paganini vivace,
we are acolytes of warmth,
your fragrance
is lunar summer.
The skyphos shimmers and flows with sweet
wildness.
Large grape sweetness,
I preserve
the X-ray
of your jazz heart.
You are my counterpart
at this hour
of anchored boats.
Ishmael's archery
reveals an El Dorado,
we walk
on water,
with pearl feet,
we walk
on wine,
your name has the music of dove-like
piano notes,
you are mine and there are Indian
flowers
in your hair;
God is love.
I light
my Benson & Hedges,
your sitar strings
ride
and alight
from moon horses,
you reside in my nostrils.
Inamorato Takes a Walk
A dark
bird
gainsays the storm's
hammer,
our zinced love
is warm;
the fish magnify summer.
Your body to mine,
the magpie flies.
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The sky is rubbed by fire,
we observe
the blood dancer's gyr
and saunter along dream roads of rock rose and
ursine cloud song.
I pluck a dream
from the midnight tree.
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The wind's opera is a lunar saponification,
the crooner's horse has a moonlight saddle.
Sprites
sing in white,
sashay across
scarified skin, I remember jinns bowing to Allah
on celestial hills.
Enjoyable.Stylized pronography with no Bengali Lotus touch.New look at time honoured anatomy is a plus but Benson &Hedges takes me back to old movie screen.
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