satin sheets against my skin,
put silk to shame.
Red locks thrown against the pillows
plead to be caressed.
sinewy hands on the clock
herald another hour of shrouded passion.
who would the night bring to my fortress,
what kind of lover would he be?
plodding along the old oak steps
my paramour it has to be.
Drowning in a vortex of kisses
bathed in the moonlight,
our limbs entiwned, where love rushes to meet.
Will you love me for ever? ,
asks my neoteric lover
Starry eyed and all wide.
A shrill laughter esacpes my throat...
' Love is ephemeral and fluid,
venal and some times vile.
It isnt for the faint hearted
said i.
Its for the jezebels of the night '.
hey amor, would you be my jezebel for all times? you are an incredible writer with a gift for enchanting poems and stories. You need to be on the literary map! (honestly)
beautiful write, Roshni...an unusal twist on usual theme love...good adjective words qualify your thoughts well...thanks...10
Great use of words, similes and metaphors. A thought provoking poem. jezebel, symbol of an immoral and impudent woman, was the wife of an Israili king (I don't remember the name perhaps Akhyab) ....Ephemera is an insect having very short life span perhaps one day only. Ephemerality, venality and vileness of love seems bold and cruel but very true....Drowning in a vortex of kisses, what a beautiful line knowledgeably written, it reminds me cartesian philosopher Rene. In philosophy Vortex means revolution of universal matter around the centre. I really enjoyed this poem and I would like to read more poems from you Roshini. I would also like you to read my poems especially ' NO Life Span For Love And Dreams ', a different version of love.
Deep concept of love explored here. You also use a large vocabulary in your work. I liked this one the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we love it a wild flower here these wildness to keep.... who would the night bring to my fortress, what kind of lover would he be? plodding along the old oak steps my paramour it has to be. Drowning in a vortex of kisses bathed in the moonlight, our limbs entiwned, where love rushes to meet. Will you love me for ever? , asks my neoteric lover Starry eyed and all wide. A shrill laughter esacpes my throat... a crescent in my mmind and soul.... I love it