her eyes

her face with

eyes of deep dark

lakes where nubile women

dance and seven veils

will slide with every blink

of intimate thought

deep inside the soul

drums up a storm

white flashes of torn sails

two bodies clasp to

each other

denuded of their hair

that ties the raft of hearts


on high seas of emotions

there’s the sole hope of

love that grows wings

to fly the birds of a feather

safely to the nearest

isle  the pebble studded

beach of treasures

where dreams lie

stone to stone   face to face

bodies in pieces

to be assembled

with limbs and heads

for the poet’s play he’ll

finish writing on her

wide wide stretched soul.