Treasure Island

Sadiqullah Khan

@ Bind Me

Bind me in your colors of autumn
A dry leaf, how for a cup of wine?
The dove feet bare, sublime are you,
Like no other day, no other evening
Hath a thirst for a drop, for a glance either.
Yet unveils the mystery, the beauty of the lock,
Remove the curl and the curve, we would see
Your beauty nothing but a silhouette tall.

In the street of love, and upon tavern’s door
How that every step, not on earthen pot,
Molded in wine, and to the eleventh sky
The sense’s flight and the fancy’s pursuit.

Bind me in your colors of autumn
Whether speak silent, or a vociferous speech.
The cup is far, like a sunset red
Rising stars, the cold moon behind a cloud.
A treasure you possess, diamonds rare,
A tear like on cheek and on open chest.
A beggar though, I wished I could be
To behold the desert, I would be gone.

Submitted: Saturday, August 03, 2013
Edited: Sunday, December 22, 2013
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Sadiqullah Khan
July 18,2013.

Autumn Forever: Amanda Makepeace @ EBSQ, Self Representing Artists

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