Dusk

You taste my hands preparing us for dusk,
in tangerine the sky adorns itself for dusk.

We listen for the nightingales to sing,
and let the longing of our lips know dusk

I slowly nip the nectar from your nape,
while lilac incense wrap your breasts in dusk.

You let your fingertips be moths, be wild,
my chest’s a lantern for your lust at dusk

You let the flowers of your thirst be vines,
while rivers of your hair run wild from dusk.

The bashful moon splash silver on your skin
while night arrives and shelters us from dusk.

Entangled, wrapped in silk we fall asleep
dreaming how to bear the coming dawn for dusk.

Dusk by Alphonse Mucha

Today we are doing a new form again at Dverse and we will write ghazals.

26 responses to “Dusk

  1. Ecstatic comes to mind while the rest of me swoons.
    These lines: “I slowly nip the nectar from your nape,
    while lilac incense wrap your breasts in dusk.” ::be still my beating heart::

  2. Your ghazal has me swooning, Björn, at its sensuality and its vivid colours and imagery. ‘Dusk’ has such a gentle sound, almost like ’hush’, and its repetition has the effect of lulling. I especially love the lines:
    ‘You let your fingertips be moths, be wild,
    my chest’s a lantern for your lust at dusk’.

  3. I thought this was ethereal. You capture color and mood as well as passion. I like the steady progression. Definitely transfers the emotions of “making love”. Quite beautiful and skillfully written!

  4. Ooh, the romantic and the sensuous are intertwined in such an evocative manner in this verse, Bjorn! It unwinds like a sonnet with the music of a ghazal.
    This is my favourite couplet:
    “You let your fingertips be moths, be wild,
    my chest’s a lantern for your lust at dusk”

  5. I was thrilled and stimulated by your verses; quite steamy, but never lurid. Like Jade, I liked the line /while lilac incense wrap your breasts in dusk/.

  6. I especially love the lines:
    You let your fingertips be moths, be wild,
    my chest’s a lantern for your lust at dusk

    An original and sensual poem, Bjorn..

  7. So very sensual! It seems like it could also be secret lovers or lovers who have to part at dawn. I like the image of the fingers as moths and chest as lantern.

  8. You are always so adept at form. This is beautiful, each golden couplet stands alone, etched with perfect diction.

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