To The Temptress, Night - Poem by Kenneth Cabauatan
Forward you, to me Temptress
your wind-borne linen brushes lightly,
A million diamonds shroud me,
As you blow me your kisses.
Solitude accentuated by your presence,
Bathed in whirlpools and garbed with diadems,
Spine arching melodic whispers,
Basked in perfume of the ladies of the night,
Oh Temptress, mirrored in your eyes, my spurned love;
and the emptiness, that I am in,
In the brazen arms of another’s, she danced to your nocturne,
While I cry out in despair
Temptress, are you unlike those voluptuous shrews?
fickle minded and conceited?
Whose daydreams contain those cowardly Adonis;
Who knows nothing more but to mock a simple fool, that I am.
Forward you to me, Temptress,
I turned to detest you, but closer still, you came;
your cold embraces warm my freezing heart,
And eases me out from my saddest plight.
Oh Temptress, you are to me, my best friend;
my pain you’ve shared, with your gleaming sword,
my grief, with your wailing,
and my tears,
yet unlike them, yours bring hope to a new aurora,
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