ECSTASY
O morning breeze of West and South Asia
Let my soul sip sherbet
From your breasts like lily of the Incas
Nightingale of the night,
The aroma of your voice,
So sweet and soothing as the Messiah's breath
Is the seven goddesses of Hellenistic World's melody
And your sable tresses ,
Full of Flowers of Taif
Whose fragrance,
Is the royal perfume of the Pharaohs
Lull my inner sorrows to repose
Mi orgullo and drighten of my soul ,
In the sea of grief - I crave for solace from you - please do not forsake me !
Here's a keffiyeh - here's a thobe or kandura
Wear them!
Your curvy body I yearn to see
Into your heart's prison,
I am girded - Please keep me from the world of separation
With your love,
Neither world nor family is needed
For to your soul I am entangled in saecula saeculorum.
Categories:
keffiyeh, black love, cinderella, crazy,
Form: Free verse
In the semi-arid suburb, Medina,
A high pitch of sound echoed.
It dopplered through misty shrubs.
A helical dawn goes tidally.
The Pathfinder: stepped,
deep nodded, starry-eyed,
Scarfed fragrant keffiyeh.
Reeled a full throttle of forgiven,
Headed to his students.
The teaching of liberty,
Primed course of life.
Categories:
keffiyeh, blessing, inspiration, leadership,
Form: Naat