None more poetic…

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None more poetic…

There is none more poetic than her
A southern star,
She eclipses even the northern lights.

Of honeyed laughter and soft smiles
This dusky beauty beguiles.
Bewitching charcoal eyes.
She is a living prize.

My heart doth meet
Dainty feet.
Crimson toe tips
Swaying hips.

Silken swept raven tresses
Boldly clad sari emerald dress
Mesmerizing, concealing,  revealing.
Ah, her dancing choli knots
On that sculpted shape renders me fraught.

Her lips, oh her luscious lips
She excites,  delights and ignites.

No Jezebel or Delilah is she
Naïve and virtuous, she is.
No Helen of Troy, is she
My Joy, she is.

She is the harp that eases me soft.
She is the drums that hastens my heart to thump,
The symphony that awakens my poetic soul.
She fills my heart and renders me whole.

An inspiration by Anup Gomay’s painting (main image) “Tying the Knot”.

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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feelings.

Posted on December 7, 2018, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Thanks for the pointer.

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  2. Now this is beautiful. Well done!

    Liked by 1 person

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