Alhambra

 

Alhambra

a stranger in the seraglio

behind pierced screens

of story-spells carved

in pale white marble

enclosing the baths

you watch me

through fragrant steam

breathless, but not replete

a brand new odalisque, I

beckon the palace eunichs

to trace your words

in henna

upon my palms and feet

sated

with play

with canto et respondu

- kmf (aka RedSonya)

Author's Note

this is actually 3rd in series: my "Languid (mornin', Sweeting)" followed by another writer's response, then this as mine. Am hoping the two I can share (being mine) stand alone well. Comments, criticism, responses all welcomed.