Shamal

Shamal

I left my heart beneath the arid

desert sun; scorched and dehydrated,

beaten and forlorn.

she swanned away full-sail

with the cool trade wind brushing

at her hair, and she did not look back.

I have long since been trapped

 in that desolate

and harsh terrain, my parched pain

etched into my dry cracked

and blistered mouth.

Passing Bedouin have stopped on occasion

to break bread and moisten my lips

with promises never kept, that they

would lead me to the oasis.

But with only rocks

and specks of hard cutting sand

for peace, eventually

I laid down to leave this place,

a welcome release to see deaths face,

to hear her sweet chill calling.

But as my spirit rose to leave

I heard your voice, your soft song,

herald me to find my strength,

to fight for every breath.

It was the whisper of an angel,

silk in my mind

moistening my desire

to an ecstasy of

full orgasmic triumph.

I rose up

my own resilient and tenacious Bruce

and faced the gentling night Shamal

upon which you wafted to me.

No mirage,

you brought me breads and many

exciting and exotic fruits

with which to moisten my desiccated skin

and nourish my neglected soul.

You ask for nothing in return

but to give,

and so now I too give myself

to you

in honour and in praise

and in trust

of our complete and perfect love.

30/12/12

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

wow, an incredible epic
I think this is extremely well written
neither too glossed over or straight foward

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow! Thank you Sheema

[Rhianne Ney]

Love is really in the air after I read this and I appreciate the use if words and imagery job well done sir!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you once more Rhianne

[Rhianne Ney]

You're welcome, I've been away for a really loooong time

[spiritwind]

I cannot get this image out of my mind:
"she swanned away full-sail
with the cool trade wind brushing
at her hair, and she did not look back."
That is grabbing a picture in your mind's eye
and absolutely setting it free in print.
My eyes are going green

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much SW

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

a beautiful piece of unconditional love

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Neva.

[Avocations of Amber]

What a romantic portrait of the salvation in love! The lone, lost seeker found by his one true soul-mate. This is spectacular.....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Amber

[ms. barrie]

This is amazing, Very eloquently written, enriched with exquisite imagery of romantic soul-searching beauty that your words conveyed in this piece. simply beautiful. thanks for sharing :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow Barrie what a wonderful accolade; thank you. I have to thank Karina for this one for bringing an extraordinary love into my life.

[ms. barrie]

You Welcome, John :) - yes, it's quite lovely when you're with the one who loves you for you and who brings out the best in you and likewise, did that make any sense? not sure, sorry :) -- Take care and Happy Writings. I will take peek at KarinaT's writings soon. :)

[John Fitzgerald]

so musicial and impassioned is your soul-ink my good man!

this poem breathes, it is steady, each word seems to protect itself and the space around it. it begs to be savoured, it demands to be read at its own pace.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you kindly John. So good to have you back! Where you been? I do hope you are ok

[KAOlmsted]

Nice, John. Really nice. Beautifully written.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Kimmer hope your new year has got off to a good start.

[KAOlmsted]

So far so good, thanks :-D

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Good my lady

[Muse]

This reminded me a bit of the works of Coyote Poetry. He is a gifter story teller. So many words wrapped in love...what a journey it was to read you. I sailed some calm waters....

I loved how it carried the reader along by the voice of a gifted siren. Wow

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Muse

[Leslie Philibert]

I sure the views of the others : a well written tribute to a young lady, bedded in an unusual background.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Leslie. The back ground is a poem she wrote about me some weeks ago called 'Parched Pain' describingthe barreness of the love in my life. She got me, understood and asked nothing more than she give hersel and her love to me.