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To Not Journey Now |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
For these weeks now That have turned again into months As we traded those goods of our return Our coffers have grown fat And we must decide My love If we are to venture again On caravan. For now though, the nights are sweet with cinnamon oil That I taste with each touch of my lips To your skin and the jasmine is again In bloom on our sill and I would not Leave this or you For all of Cathay’s wealth. I would enjoy the sway of you Under white robe And untie the knots of it Rather than bargain with merchant Or tighten cinch on camel packs. Tell me with your eyes How it feels And I will anoint your feet With cinnamon and oil then braid your hair for bed Show me with your touch How the pilgrimage to Mecca must feel For the devout…. And know always… You are my heart and not a stone I carry for wealth or beauty Though beauty is you And I am of wealth being with you Come, my love… Sit astride my lap And tell me you too Are in love. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
For now though, the nights are sweet with cinnamon oil That I taste with each touch of my lips To your skin and the jasmine is again In bloom on our sill and I would not Leave this or you For all of Cathay’s wealth. I would enjoy the sway of you Under white robe And untie the knots of it Rather than bargain with merchant Or tighten cinch on camel packs. Tell me with your eyes How it feels And I will anoint your feet With cinnamon and oil then braid your hair for bed Show me with your touch How the pilgrimage to Mecca must feel For the devout…. And know always… You are my heart and not a stone I carry for wealth or beauty Though beauty is you And I am of wealth being with you ================================== Now this is cooking with gas whew.... hows a moth supposed to go cook dinner when shes all weak kneed??? Did I mention how much I am enjoying this series LOL Yeah...I think youve heard that somewhere before ok...Im off to smoke a turkey..or a cigarette or something lmao |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
sheesh, Ron! how am I supposed to get up and WALK after this? ...floating is more likely. How come no one ever writes this stuff for me????! This is an absolutely beautiful series you're writing. I'm keeping each one under my blankie. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Thank you ladies... I am glad you enjoyed. I'm not sure hwo long the series will run or how many pieces are left to write in it, but it has been a journey I enjoyed..and the images as well as the thoughts ones to soothe my mind. I hope others too have found an escape or a dream inside the words. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'Show me with your touch How the pilgrimage to Mecca must feel For the devout…. And know always… You are my heart and not a stone I carry for wealth or beauty Though beauty is you And I am of wealth being with you Come, my love… Sit astride my lap And tell me you too Are in love.' Soothing images indeed. Thanks for the escape bud! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I have only known one other person who had such a way with words when he wanted to... You do write romantically and sensually when you want to M |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Yeah, yeah, yeah... you decided to hide some of these beauties over here, hunh? LOL Well... they're worth the trip... even for bone lazy suthern. *G* Beautiful write, Cap'n! |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
I've always wanted to know how GOOD love poetry is written. This is excellent, Ron... your notion of love is truly impressive, I must say, and this poem really demonstrates that you are very familiar with it... quote: That part is absolutely perfect. Just the way that love is... not a stone carried for wealth, but a wealth carried for something even more profound. Excellent work... as I've said many times before, you're an awesome poet and I'm glad you continue to share with us... Parasite Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. |
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