A hand across time
Reaches out to touch you
To touch your heart
To hold your pulse
And beat with you.
Slowly.....
You breathe together -
Both imbibe
The orange blossom
The cinnamon
The jasmine
That perfume your world.
Her dark eyes
Are your eyes
Scouring the street.
Her ears are your ears
Listening for voices
Soft and discreet
While whispered promises
'Neath silken sheets
Of heavenly hues
Take you back to the time
When she was your muse.
Then the toll of a bell
Breaks the thousand year spell
And the sun of Seville
Rips the curtain in two.
And her hand slips from yours
Back to Arabic shores.
But this Andalus dream
Will not go away
She's bitten you deep
And you're in her sway.
Now sleep...
Til the next time
Her open palm
Offers you a chance
Of hope.
Of love.
Of mystical charm.
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Author:
Keith (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A love song to Sevilla....
- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm.
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Comments3
What a marvellous scene to imagine
Beautiful imagery
That pen working its magic.
And yes wish to see Seville one day
Very kind of you to say so and I appreciate you taking the time to drop by and especially to comment - heart warming!
Filled with gentle erotic the mood bites deep as your pen roves Seville's secret allure - a poetic gem Keith for me to keep in my list of favourites.
Thank you, Fay. Much appreciated....
Hemingway'esque'
nothing more, need be said..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
I am deeply flattered to be compared with the great man...so kind....
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