New Delhi

Dancing heat

Only your toes hit the glass 

as you twirl �"

crimson satin like a haze around your hips

while you swirl around me.

 

Inked raven hair caught

in your glazed lips

tangling in curls around an

olive sunset.  

 

A pearly smile comes forth under

An emerald ocean of depth and wonder

And you pull me into your crimson heat.

My wax heart is leaving a maroon puddle

On the floor.

 

This is how I see you

standing on your roof in New Delhi

twirling amidst a plaid scarf on your

mud thatched roof.

Author's Note

Feel free to critique and give me some constructive criticism

Reviews

[Philip Muls]

You manage to paint a vivid image of this great city in just a few words. There is definitely a tropic exotic feel to this.

[Solar]

romantic and exotic juxtapositions - melting in the twirl!

'plaid scarf' and 'crimson' satin

'mud thatched hut' and 'New Delhi'

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved how you used the language. Create location and dance in the words.
"Inked raven hair caught
in your glazed lips
tangling in curls around an
olive sunset. "
The words alive and strong. The above lines left me with a raven hair waiting for the sunset. Thank you Kylie for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Adam Adams]

Seemed, u've had a gr8 time in New-Delhi... with someone u or ur bare spirit both are bewitched with since 'eons. The choice of word's pretty fabulous & way captivating. U blow like a wave in words that drive many hearts away... with the glimpse of ur proasic poetry, in guise. Brilliant. Would b looking 4ward 2 reading more 'bout ur New Delhi norms... especially whilst u were standing on the roof & waving the flag of ur scarf to someone who giving a damn 'bout ur swag. Interesting thing u r.