Poem by Santiago Ali
Love ! Thou Art King
Love Thou Art King…
the Orients and all the Occidents
that flew burnt out
over the emerald hills of the heart
a heart beat’s ascension
in a grain of sand and ashes
once the burning glory of a galaxy…….
Love! Thou Art King…
Life crawls on skinned knees
in Thy court
empty hands raised toward the rainy sky
and tears drop like saltless stars……
All Wise…All Benificient….
Thou pour pleasures of sweetest degrees
but only the chosen ones have the heart to drink from the cup bearers
offering their pains of poison…….
All Seeing….All Hearing…..
Severely tested in the madness
of deep shallowness
in a blue deviled sea
where innocence is half a life
a mermaidian consternation
a marooned desire
contracted and convoluted
in the spring of hymeneal fruition
she is the vassal
ripe with all her tears turned to pearls
in the cocoon of her chastity
that lost lamb of a Shepherd
a mystic riding in the body of a beast….
Love ! Thou Art King….
Of all the wild legends of saffron fields
where princes unsheathe their swords
in the sun to slay and be slain
and wind is carrying the legacy
of their rose blood
musk-incensed prancing of life
a fearless chasse of a gazelle
innocence seducing a beast
in a frenzied feast of love
surrender her neck
a goblet for his glorious thirst
blood earns its legacy from saffron fields
sun shines out all its pride
in the emerald hills of the heart…….
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