Saturday, January 23, 2010

The Song of Love

dance behind the mirrors

weep in bliss, lady

glide through my dreams

as I offer
my poems at your feet

sing a song

overdose the sitar with your voice

forgive the serpent’s eyes

hide the night
behind your mad smile

flirt with the child in his sleep

I know
you ruled the sandstorms
with your fingertips

steal the tears
of a wounded eagle

reward the earth with your soul

and then
hallucinate with me

in the moonlit canvas
of an ageless February evening.

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