Sky woos me endlessly
with storms that drum like passion,
and dawns that blush like desire.
Playing a thousand silver violins
pulling strings from clouds.
Streaks letters in fire,
burning across the dark.
He sets a table of galaxies,
bowls of ripe suns,
platters of planets
and asks me for a date.
When he leans closer,
the horizon bends.
I keep staring as he changes clothes.
I am already stolen
my love written
on his boundless skin.
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Author:
Aman 12 (
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Comments1
Beautiful it speaks with the savor of Arabic poetry a seasoning of the east. It is lovely in its vivid images and associations. Loved it satisfying my taste for the exotic
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