what i want #poem #poetry

a tipsy air plays with my dress
golden afternoons fall from my hair
fingers, pillars of the city
point toward the dangers of an angry sea

why are my ships hit by deceptive languor?
what have you done to them to fall in love with you?
i rip my dress and threw it to the waves
i raise my head
and speak to you

what do i want?

i want to sail to the East Indies
to bathe in essences of coriander and of cinnamon
to meet the founders of the now adulterated cities
exchange my soul for silky fabrics in Jaipur

to walk in temples nested in the banyan trees
to bite the skin of passion fruits in naked nights
to tear my heart and throw it to Lord Vishnu
to soil my hands while healing beggars in the streets

oh, i knowโ€ฆ
your poetry which rings for me
your feathered kisses nuzzling my neck
everything one day will wash at sea
and that will be the day in which
fingers, pillars of the city
will turn your love
toward the real me

 

draft
@short-prose-fiction

 

64 thoughts on “what i want #poem #poetry

  1. Good morning. Or at least I think it is morning. It is dark over here. It will take a while to get accustomed to the three hour time change.

    This was gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. Loved it from start to beautiful finish.

     
    1. Good morning, Drew. It’s morning ๐Ÿ™‚

      Thank you for your wonderful comment. It means a lot to me that you took the time to read my poem.

      Have a fabulous day and thank you again!

       
    1. My turn to smile ๐Ÿ™‚
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read, Eric. I hope you know how much your time and your appreciation means to me.

       
      1. A glass of Mendoza wine ๐Ÿ™‚ Eric, I am on the road. I have to stop to gas stations from time to time to see what’s going on. Ah, I wish I’ll be home. Should I wish you good luck?

         
    1. Hello there my dearest, K. You are so generous and your comment brightens my day. Thank you from the bottom of my heart โค๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’•๐ŸŒธ

       
    1. Oh, thank you for the lovely quote.

      “โ€œSo come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned.” J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

      Ready to go to Slovakia and listen to the sound of flutes ๐Ÿ™‚

       
  2. So much sorry dear!! For my first comment on your post.actually i am in fever.i had felt most happiness when i read Indian names.your poem is most amazing.weldone dear!! ๐ŸŒนhave you seen my India,dear!!

     
    1. My dear Aruna, I received your comments. “I am in fever” Are you sick? If you are sick I wish you a speedy recovery and thank you for reading and appreciating my poem.

      Keep in mind we live in different continents so my replies may come late.

      Thank you again and take care my dear friend!

       
      1. Most welcome,my dear friend!! I am most happy after reading your amazing poem including my Indian touch.have you come to India?i am thinking about this.and don’t worry because i am recovering and feel better than before.thanks for asking,dear!!๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

         
      2. I am glad to hear you are recovering, my dear. I did not visit India yet. I have been dreaming about since I was in high school ๐Ÿ˜Š
        May you have a blessed day ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’•

         
      3. May God fulfil your wish about which you have been dreaming in teenage.most welcome for warmth comment and wish to visit India.๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•

         
    1. Oh, thank you so much for your beautiful comment, my dear. I am glad you you liked it ๐Ÿ™‚

       

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