13

Throw back your hair; all I need is your smile.

A dram of this intoxicates the soul.

Better than the rich buttery rum grog;

Or the flowery distills of anise.

Even the lilacs are flush with envy.

The soft warm glow on your cheeks is like mead.

Whispered songs of love from breath of honey.

Threshold to the Inn of Seven Wonders,

A weary traveler knocks and enters.

His wounds are healed and refuge is taken.

    You gave him the jewel of the lotus

    Could he ever want another treasure?

 

Reviews

[Poets Soul]

Interesting question. I think that some people are treasure seekers no matter how many treasures they have. Then there are those that have all they want. So which way will he go. mmmm Enjoyed. ty PS

[Michael X]

beautifully sculpted prose set to ponder at the height of romantic intrigue, i like the # 13.
this lulls like a soul whisper, the wisping breath of love

[Gathering_Stars]

The more I read your work the more I am captivated by your words. Initially when I joined this site, I just found a slew of teenage heartbreak, which has its' audience don't get me wrong, but it wasn't for me. Thank you!

[Arthur Crow]

Whoa, so powerfully lush and sensual... just stunning.
This is my fav read of the day, I was pulled into your gorgeous lines and not let go.

Thank you!

[just is]

Whispered songs of love from breath of honey.

Love this line here, This is wonderful, I found this unique really. wonderful write.

[sdfsafdsa]

Beautiful and sexually captivating... I think something romantic and sexy simmers beneath the surface of your imagination/ tell me, what is the Threshold to the Inn of Seven Wonders? Does past experience lie in wake behind this lovely poem of yours?

[Fabian G. Franklin]

You have an obsession with women and alcohol. I can definitely relate. lol This was cool. I don't like that anise stuff though...bad medicine...absinthe. The Green Godesss is a stealer of souls.

[Moods]

Very charming piece...has an out of this world flair that I truly enjoyed.

S

[Pax Analog]

This echoes with a mythic resonance, a special gift given, a stranger redeemed.

Hearty and very much of the burnished earth too.

Great transforming moments happening quietly.

And though not haiku, something folk-Asian lingering. . .timeless.

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Now since I know the history behind your sonnet, I have even more appreciation and admiration for it. I find this very beautiful. It's picturesque, reminds me of something from a historical romance novel. I've also learned some new words today like "dram" and "mead" :) Great job Sandy!