Samarcand

inspired by Omar Khayyam's "Rubaiyat"

Her red lips, the smell of jasmine
all over her body...
the memory is all mine.

The wine, give me wine!
Put a little honey in it
and warm it as it does my soul.

Her voice...the voice of that
woman in the harbor, sending back
all them words of faith.

Some bread, a few olives
a little music for us
and a dancer to entertain us.

Oh, her loving, behind them eyes
Her soul made of crystallized
amethyst and diamonds.

Give me something to fill
my stomach, for no more
do I want her absence to feel.

Author's Note

I'm in love and I love it!

Reviews

[Crow21]

Visible emotions, such feelings I am unable to convey. Keep writing

[john alan willox]

and it shows - thanks

[critic h]

a very creatively crafted poem. not until the last line you come to know that it is a stream of conciousness. Such a short poem but still brilliantly penned down. well done

[Lupus Kaos]

thank you very much.