When Twilight Returns Saberi Roy (This was written for a woman who lost her lover)

In the bud of sweet garden, a bee swings its gentle wings, brushing against the beatitude of breeze, fragrance the rainbow corner of the sky stoops to conquer the leaves the dust covered skin of sand....   She sings in time, in tune a waiting too long now a distant bell chimes the village air the rust of the door loosens out slowly never been closed, the entrance wide the cobwebs are cleared, the walls dusted the bed spread to shelter a bit of his soul...   Fragrant oil ornates her hair skin of flowers, smell jasmine and rose the bee still dances in the red twilight melting nature, a faint star She has lit the evening fire....   Birds are restless on the horizon homecoming solitude, a practised routine the angels have mastered the art of earthy control, thatched roofed huts, here there, spots of black speckled leopard on rustic land sides of an endless moor her eyes wide, expecting lined, decorated, smudged, with black, silk kohl....   Odour of his sweat, odour of his hair odour of his skin... mesmerising evening sun The kohl melts, dropping on the skin, a grey black mole, a spot of love slowly rolls down her cheeks, her neck and beyond, his footprints clothe the bare dry leaves   Lost she was in the evening glory the river has turned making its way to the sea the birds have returned to their nests the bee has disappeared in the vast heavens the bed is spread - wide, fragrant incense and ashes breathe in perfumed smoke   She has lit the evening fire and only the fire - still burns...   January, 2001 Copyright - Saberi Roy, 2007

I will trace your lips by Saberi Roy

I will trace your lips the puckered angle and red tango the locus beats in your heart the way your eyelashes curl, and wait to open you have breathed more than the air the lipstick fed your hunger so you could go unfed for nights. The drumbeats were heard announcing the arrival of words, not just the hash and the dash between us, and the lips again tried to smell the redness of your skin. I am aware of the ballet beneath the sheets of the mind. You sit as lost as my heart.

Copyright: Saberi Roy 2008/2010