Monday 17 September 2012

konji


                                   

Where art thou?

O beautiful and bountiful maiden!...

Show thy face…and put shadows to shame

End agony to aching loins…this verse make worthy O maiden!


Why do you conceal ripeness so?

What evil is this?

Mine thoughts will do me death save care

I pray thee, show me you absent garment


Would that you’d come unto me O maiden!

Set me afire in finger doses

Do me until I’m undone

Expend till I lay spent


Would that you’d lower heaving chest to parched lips waiting

For as long as staff guides weary feet,

Loyal I am to thy watering hole


This bittersweet agony

This unending thirst…

If I may expire thence…O maiden,

Let it be in the cool of thy watering hole


Guide me to thine heart

Through the door between thy thighs…

And let at last my staff know peace.


2 comments:

  1. Such a beautiful poem, expressions of a lover worshiping at the altar of his love

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  2. I'm compelled to agree with you. Your comment "expressions of a lover worshipping at the altar of his love" hooked me into acquiscence". Thank you.

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