Siren to Her Chanteuse

Sandalwood oil

Rubbed warm

Between my palms,

A scent that aches my chest

As I comb fingers through my hair,

Longing for yours instead.

Your hair, dark and spicy

Like New Orleans herself,

A lady with secrets.

Elegance and torn lace,

Cigarettes, ink, exotic face.

I see you

I dream you

I can damn near taste you

On the river breeze.

My river,

Calling your name in the night.

My voice,

My breath.

Spanish moss caresses

And my perfumed tresses

Drawing you home again.

Reviews

[Catherine]

Lovely, this feels so comfy

[Perdition]

Well, YOU had me at "Sandalwood". Immediate olfactory pathway satisfaction. The thalamus completely bypassed, wonderfully weighed, and demandingly laced. And then you went and claimed it...you actually reared and claimed it! We must, above all else take back these Rivers as OURS...they pour and strum in thunderous numina, universally affirming. Sandalwood through hair? Where the hell have I been? Many years since I've done just that but I know what page I'm turning back tonight! "My voice..My breath"...you just don't let up, do you? When the words change my day I know I've walked through that rarest of artistic portals...this one is life changing~

[Joli Dy]

And you give the kind of encouragement that makes a lady cry. Now how do you feel, sir?
Honestly, I don't know what to say. Thank you? Here's that $20 I promised you? Want my first-born? You're amazing. A thousand thanks.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful poetry, stunning in its delivery. Sensual and packed with so much imagery. A memorable write Joli.

Chris

[Joli Dy]

Thank you, Chris! You are incredibly kind.

[Coyote Poetry]

This poem is so good.
"Elegance and torn lace,
Cigarettes, ink, exotic face.
I see you
I dream you
I can damn near taste you
On the river breeze.
My river,
Calling your name in the night"
I adored the above lines. In my Soldier days. I was station at Fort Hood, Texas. I spend four "four day weekends" in New Orleans. Your words made me remember kisses, dancing and the song. Thank you Joli for sharing the outstanding poetry. I am due for a New Orleans trip.
Coyote

[Joli Dy]

You are so kind. Thank you very much!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Joli.