When seeds awaken, gently from the warmth
of spring, I’m cradled in your growth, in arms
of verdant strength, from soil, from deep below
your breath’s the symphonies of dryad’s charm.
When from the south a breeze you come, bestow
my skin with soft perfume; when curtains flow
and billow, move with air, your hair’s the rose
with petals moving, undulating with your blow.
When from your streams in soft caress, my toes
are tickled, licked by tongues. is kissed, unclothed,
and fill my mouth, with taste as tart as wine
united surface breaking, we are close.
When from the embers flames, our limbs entwined
arise in glow, your heat is weight that binds
our hearts; release us from the chains we wore
before, your flesh is nested into mine.
When afterwards your breath and mine are sworn
with vacuum, from where space and stars are born,
inside the light of aftermath your whisper’s cool
with promises of rain, tomorrow’s storms.
This is a reworked rubaiyat I wrote a while back for Frank doing forms at dVerse. Some of the rhymes still feel a bit forced so I’m thankful for any feedback. The idea was to let each of the ruba’i to stand alone while letting the different parts form a unity of passion.
January 31, 2018