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Dried rose buds, burning red

Like my heart, aching for you, hungrily

Your lips tasted like honey syrup, saccharine, heady

Your name written on a paper heart, in a jar, sealed

A bag of tea, lavender musk

Stir, stir, chanting

A drop of blood, spilled

Drink, my love

The spell unbroken

Be mine alone, be mine forever.

17 thoughts on “Makutu

  1. My dear friend Cynthia,

    This poem I just wrote now as an answer to your beautiful poem:

    Singing love

    Love begins in the body
    Grows beyond it
    Unites heaven and earth
    Becomes one in the merging process
    Is without time and space
    That speaks with one voice, one heart
    An everlasting embrace
    Song of Oneness eternal spring

    Hugs and love, my friend πŸ™‚


      1. Thank you, dear Cynthia πŸ™‚
        Yes I always compose all my poems myself. It is flowing very fast from thoughts to paper. Maybe coming year I am going to publish a poem/aphorism book together with my digital art. Some friends asked me also to create t-shirts with short poems on one side and a digital foto on the other side. Art lies in my family.
        All the best, my friend πŸ™‚


      2. Thank, you dear Cynthia πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚
        Same to you – success lies in patience and duration and to be able to look at one’s own products with critical eyes.
        Have a great time, my friend πŸ™‚


  2. Also inspired πŸ€”

    …she’s blowing me kisses…

    I imbibe lovely vibes ’til sunrise of the next day’s high, myriad moods match moons I’m going through for a smile
    The intoxicating prana siphoned off shades emerald through rose petal housing, then siphoned through lips of vista isles
    These moments ours, adrift in shimmers of paradise sighted, the heavens stare directly into me from eyes of hazel sapphire
    Dazed amidst the hold of burning desires, I know I’m preaching to the choir, but I reside in lows the depths of hellish fire
    The enchantment swirls and the world whirls on cursive tendril, tranquil peace interweaved with incense away from bitter ire

    I’m the ache of departure on a rainy morn, the yearning for more, euphoria fading to blue streaks of numbness for endurance
    Because if I find myself thinking of the delight your visage forms, I couldn’t find my footing past the threshold of your door
    Deeply adored, my haven from the world, I wear a bouquet of yours when my outline confirms to this silhouette of yours
    Cherubim winds in a fragrance of amor, your honeyed carmel complexion has me in a dew of hermès rose ikebana stuck
    The further from, the more bound I am towards home, and I want to forget and forego loneliness in missing her until I return

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