He came to me
with hot caresses
and lilies and solemn
promises.
By the time he left,
my heart
was a broken mirror.
(First published in Poets Democracy)
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9 comments:
Just reading Stephen Mitchells's Gilgamesh on the loo - and what do you know, the great king himself had exactly these issues, with a lady named Ishtar. Trust is hard to come by in love, and for good reasons!
Thanks for the poem, Zaina. A pleasure and coffee enhancer.
Very well written, beautiful!
@Zara: Merci beaucoup!
@PG: Hope you are enjoying your Gilgamesh!
Zaina,
Very powerful emtions contained within your words.
Reflective indeed....
Best wishes, Eileen
Shame this so often happens... lovely lonely words
That is sad, now I am tongue tied
Simply beautiful and poignant.
Pamela
So often happens like that. Great words.
The fragment says it all.
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