night

'pon a single korai pai mat

Silent  fingers 'pon lips stilling sound, awaiting someone, something.. 

a preciousness far beyond value, beyond the counting of coin.. ..

here in the ancient desert, sand born quartz by time's erosion,

traveled by caravans  rode and writ by adventurers - their haunted notes 

oft whispered against skin silk exotica.

hear the desert moan

Long day done, restless, six camels  champ sand 'neath their feet..  

traveler coughs,  throat dry  sarwan stares inscrutable. hands down vessel,

shrugs his aching shoulders, evicting flicks of night chill ..   tis time:  

tinder burning,  smoke swirls wayward -cigarette smoke, scented, hovers -

fire.. now restless

happens when blood stirs  

  

flickers, crackles, jumps, wakes: night blushes invisible, mystical -

alluring -  single sounds one by one create solos across, between history

people move, settle, eyes glint - acknowledging a mass of stars

silver laden, slowly.. slower,  drifting down..  man stirs,  licks whiskey lips

then, smiles down at his love

'pon a single korai pai mat.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Hate to point out great line in a piece with so many, but night blushes invisible, mystical Is delicious. So much so in fact it could easily be this week's prompt for ravin' inks "you are what you eat."
Now please put down your plate of delicious wordly treatables and go get some sleepybyes.
Remember, Santa is watching!
😃 🎅 🎄

[emmajoygreen]

Sleepybyes taken and - methinks, Santa is nosey! Us girls have a tad too many lists to write this time of year!

[Paul in the Buff]

Exquisite.

The cadence and descriptions create a vivid image complete with the feelings and scents present to the reader.

And I'm off to google to look up some of the words I'm not familiar with...

[emmajoygreen]

Hope you found what was needed on GOOGLE! That words is rarely used these days.. 'that' being exquisite not Google! Thanks you so very much.

[LisaCarol]

You took me along another beautiful journey. I now anticipate the reference to stars in your poetry knowing I am looking at the same stars, just a little bit after you are.

[emmajoygreen]

Good morning, LisaCarol! Stars are so beautiful, we could suffer star-glow quite happily together! Hope your daytime is as special, my friend. ;)

[Coyote Poetry]

I adored the use of the language dear Emma. You create places, thoughts and wonder. I spend a lot of time in the desert in my Army days. It is so quiet. I did like in the night. The Nomadic tribes. Slowly roaming the desert in the evening. I will read again my dear friend. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[emmajoygreen]

That desert experience was unique, John. Heard the moaning drift of it sing along with the night, you'll know and understand the magic of it. Yet to go back again.. will add to my bucket list! Many thank yous. sir.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my dear friend.

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful work. Tremendous imagery.

[emmajoygreen]

What generous words, Thomas - THANK YOU!

[Betty Hermelee]

Ah what goes on behind the scenes, certainly in blackness of dessert night...tired from trekking they lay under the stars and passion flows..."fire, now restless"....between the silences, noises of restlessness and lovemaking .....under the brightest stars...next day begin trekking....their path toward adventure...in the desert sunlight....you know all the subtleties EM.... brilliant!!!
HUGS
B

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks, dear Betty - to some extent, fact. I've heard the desert.. won't ever forget it.

Will bereviewing as of tomorrow. Have needed to empty my head after days with the collab'. Hope you're now comfortably settled. Hug and smiles.

[Ken Simm.]

Ah the star filled night in the desert.
My treasures do not chink or glitter. They gleam in the sun and neigh in the night. Is an old Bedouin proverb. This also gleams but in the night.

[emmajoygreen]

Almost truth! Heard the desert sing.. somewhat mournfully but - Also saw history in camels' eyes..
Many thank yous, sir Simm.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em... to sigh... perchance to dream of Arabian Nights in Tents with Silk Drapes and warm Tea in the Arms of Passion... we fade into the Night. gently, Pat

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks, dear Pat! Perchance to dream of Arabian Nights reads very romantic! Hopefully life is being kind to and with you and Roger. Sending fond and gentle hugs.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em... it seems we are always in mid-air; however we seem to keep breathing... another challenge with unpredictable Weather. Prayers for you and yours. gently, Pat

[emmajoygreen]

Hello, lovely surprise, catching you here at same time. Weather reads to be horrible everywhere, We've just had Storm, left flooding in many UK places - so sad. Hope you're both safe and the family are watching for you. Please take care in every way that you can. By the way, did you want to leave some words for the Holiday Collabration 2024 - see under my name?