“Foibles of Love “

Glistening dark voluptuous clouds
Like Wanton nymphets,

Unfastening the edges of
A quaint provocation,
Ripe to seduce & surmount
The cataclysmic arc of the dilating crescent-
A nacreous fruit of madness,
A chalice stabbing eyes with its rawness-
The arc wedges itself into heartbeats
Rivulets of dolefulness cut through instincts
Audacious blue springtides of yearning
Dance on the shore of existence
Like African tribal dancers
Arresting and adamant
With every footstep
Lodge a fresco of passion
To every mirror I look at
And find your eloquent elusiveness
A profoundly haunting urge grows
To illuminate the dense forest of loneliness
With your dragonfly eyes & ambrosial scent.
Look at the foibles of love
Lilting barefoot,
On simmering coals of desire
Blooming like a red cosmic camellia.

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2 thoughts on ““Foibles of Love “

  1. Usman Ghani

    Audacious blue springtides of yearning
    Dance on the shore of existence
    Like African tribal dancers
    Arresting and adamant
    With every footstep
    Lodge a fresco of passion….

    Such powerful expression. I envy your imagination. What would it be like out there, in your mind. Poems, nature, metaphors… 🙂
    Keep sharing

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