Asylum

Dedicated to she who inspires...

 

 

 

 

Curvaceous as a moon in bloom

Is your body to my spirit,

Desire morphed into love

And aspersed with saintly scent.

 

With you senses find

An asylum heaving with fire;

They surge and billow

Like Poseidons of the Sea.

 

When nights become an entourage

Of the heart, I lie with you,

Spheres lost in wonderment

Of a dream etched in a dream.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Leah Simone]

A dream etched in a dream - such a concept! You've chosen your words very well and forced us to look at the alternate meanings of terms we have attached less than romantic associations - such as asylum, entourage, and Poseidon. I think the tension such choices have envoked within this " classical" profession of passion make it unique and more intriguing.

[Indira]

floated with my imagination......interesting.

[Michelle Tarnowski]

How interesting that you chose the word "aspersed." It has such a negative connotation. Of course you may have intended that result. I am curious to your reasoning though. All in all the piece is very passionate.

[Kasia A. Tilander]

Your words thrill my imagination right from the onset; "Curvaceous as a moon in bloom is your body to my spirit, Desire morphed into love and aspersed with saintly scent." Such a wonderfully sensuous and tender image...

[Gandré]

Helllo my friend, where have you been Nihad? Not posting on WC anymore? This was completely engrossing, one feels like to live it to have it. Classical Nihad, how much I miss your poetry!

[PianoandPage]

beautiful, classic without becoming archaic. a truly romantic poem.

i really love the first 2 lines.

[Nicole Hellene]

Oh my gosh I'm in love! Your poetry makes me want to be all girly and do that dreamy sigh and stare off into space for hours. You know what that's it, I think I need to buy your book or something, I vaguely remember you saying you had one somewhere.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Succinct and telling of longing, desire and comfort. Wonderfully expressed. A true delight to read. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[Erin Hogan]

beautiful. just beautiful.

[Amanda Crandall]

When nights become an entourage

Of the heart, I lie with you,


I love these two lines, and the rest of the poem as well, filled with purity and sentiment. I truly appreciate this beautiful piece.