a garden of crystal

Hyacinth garden

eyes on her face lit,

to the sight there

a long-stemmed red rose

it is just there alone on her pillow…

enough to tantalize

with color and fragrance

long and lovely,

soft and satiny…

the bouquet murmurs to her

hear her sigh

It is just ….

offered so softly…

too wistfully,

the source of a daydream

until a sparkling silvery trail of tears

play against her cheeks…

they run from each eye and back,

like a rumor in a garden of crystal,

eyes burning like candles

like all lights within the view of infidelity…

without any possible hope of love, it is just another aphrodisiac…

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Afzal Shauq's picture

a good and interesting poem...liked it