Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth heavens that glimmer around them in fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces bewitch the voluptuous watches of night.
The scents of red roses and sandalwood flutter and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are entwining like magical serpents the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their glittering garments of purple are burning like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.
Now silent, now singing and swaying and swinging, like blossoms that bend to the breezes or showers,
Now wantonly winding, they flash, now they falter, and, lingering, languish in radiant choir;
Their jewel-girt arms and warm, wavering, lily-long fingers enchant through melodious hours,
Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire!
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The imagery in this piece is just captivating. It reads with a wonderful flow and movement all its own. Just so very vivid in its presentation. Although the format of the piece is not necessarily to my taste...the words were presented so beautifully, that one almost does not even notice the format at all.
UB
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Dear Sarojini~
I'm in awe of this beautiful piece that you have sculpted and molded into a gorgeous work of art. Your images are very vivid, playfully moving andsprkles in my mind as I read it.
Congratulations on being on the POW list for week 4! It's a pleasure meeting you.
AQlways, ^j^Honesty
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This is truly beautiful. I felt as if I was there. Smelling the smoke, hearing the quivering pulse taste the air.
Beautiful.
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