The face of desire
is sometimes golden
Not tanned, but glowing
Sun kissed, from the root to the tip
Expensive, knowing.
Sometimes a cheekbone craving
a jawline drawing attention to
Curved smooth carved
marbled perfection.
The flaw line is this
separateness;
if I could reach
and touch your cheek,
Winter would cease to be.
Cross the border, Beloved -
seek me.
© Shaista Tayabali, 2012
drawing: one of Father's pencil studies
Sunday, 15 July 2012
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4 comments:
So beautiful, Shaista. Love the closing lines. Your dad's drawing is wonderful. What a fantastically gifted family you are!
Just beautiful. You are a true poet. Thank you.
I agree with Sherry. It's such a pleasure seeing one generation to the next perpetuating such talent, such beautiful art.
Gracias Shaista
What an interesting path this poem takes. I am intrigued by that word "Expensive"—I think "rare" or "elegant" in response.
A delicious ache is evoked by your lines.
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