Star To The East Poem by O.S. Brooks

Her eyes, as bright as galaxies under God's watchful gaze,
brought me- a humble man- to rubble.
As if my limbs were made of ancient stone,
I collapsed,
under her wraps and began to fade.
As if, day held no promise for more time
and less soft kisses then hoped
we kissed passionate like clovers to meadow green
and were open like clams to hot stem,
the weather seemed, to provoke a madness
of never sleeping till morning, and never resting once horny.
Her waist twisted like vines aged in the villa,
where grapes grow romance on tap,
and love has no essence but to exist,
She wore a see-through sun dress with no slip
And walked as the wind exposed her pure tips.
We dared to dream as children,
fearing decent amongst the darkes night,
Little moments-just and all-became our song
And for that union
I fell
Hard like the Rain over Hinesville
I fell
Hard like the sun over Georgia,
She's on my mind like,
That sweet october peach cobbler,
before consumption.
When our love session was over,
We parted ways and spoke the never-slept-together lingo

Where closed lips speak the never-lie-to-her-face secrets that capsulate regret buried deep beneath the quick signs of remorse, where our second course became uneasy, believe me, love dies, as the crow flys, straight, as the stars above watch our fate, unfold, before the story's even told, on my space.

I miss my Georgia peach-sweet-star-to the east-Goodnight.
Good night, sleep, and dare to dream with me,
the poet that held you down here,
Where you were finally free,
Free, from rock-a-bye blessings,
an strange love less unique.



(written in Iraq)