"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Thursday, December 18, 2014


Tonal teases
From lips like syrup,
Creamed with laughter.

Scents of the orient’s
Most fragrant climes,
Intense and musky.

Skin soft and smooth -
A maiden’s downy armour -
Stretched across
The strain of time;
Folded into clefts
And curves
That invite caresses
And insist upon kisses.

Eyes like facets
Of the blackest onyx
Shining beyond shining.

Hair as dark
As the sky at night
Swept up in astral swirls.

But, above all,
Your smile,
Which broke me down
And brokered our love;
And made such mischief
With my withered heart
That I was never
The same again.

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