Archaic Love

Meet me at the place, where the reservoir meets,

As the verbenas serenade under the

golden sun

in dreamscape.

Lay me under a sacred bough of trees,

where intoxicating jasmine lingers in vernal lush.

Fill my chalice with the reigns and reds of

your heart,

drinking to our wordless ecstasy,

the pearls

of heaven dancing between our souls.

My eyes have sought wide blue yonders

for you my love,

skimming the hung valleys for a lost linen

to keep warm.

In the portals of the underworld,

you were a nameless emperor,

lost in reverie,

who prayed to meet a woman of carob eyes,

and silken heart.

And there was I, a star gazer...

solemn and deprived by the cups of desire;

my archaic language found in written scrolls

and forsaken temples.

For no one knew how to burn the ancient resin

of my soul,

where precious myrrh and frankincense grows.

Insects and strays were my companions,

with a garden of florals

to remedy my lone heart…

Until one day my fallen petals lead a trail for you,

The melody of my hums

windswept

with the scent of Turkish rose

in the Arabian air,

timbered wood and darjeeling

permeate,

my brew of aromas called for your presence,

as you lurked between the rustled sounds

of thorns,

watching me brush my long sable hair

and undress silk robe,

while the symphonies of wind chimes

echo from the old cathedrals.

I leave a light of candles and amorous

words to call you to my

throne,

awaiting to feel your rose-

petaled lips

between my thighs,

inhaling your sweet-milk breath.

Adorn me like one of your ornamental jewels,

clasping me tight enough

to birth opals,

from the

ancient seas...

Let us rebuild from old structures,

creating an empyrean world

of our own.

Follow me into the abyss my love…

I long to be held beyond this invisible

veil,

For there are no words that can convey

this eternal fire

that burns within my soul.

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