Scented Sonnet: Across the Sea a String of Love

 I can smell the sea foam my love

maya k doree le- string of love across the sea

I can smell the rocks on the mountain side

maya k doree le, string of love, are you coming to me?

 

 the flowers so delicate, so tremulous

they cling to the mountain as  my thoughts cling to you

maya k doree le, by a string of love are you coming to me?

 

 I can taste your salt sweat, like the ocean between us,  are you coming to me?

is this string so tender that it brings me soft kisses?

 

 maya k doree le, the string of love

Is the string so strong that it brings me your weighty firm flesh?

maya k doree le , string of love

is the string so piercing that it can shatter even the most powerful of obstacles?

vetiver roots hold back the tide

is the string so forgiving that it will displace shame and fear?

spikenard heals deep wounds

is the string so transparent that it outshines even the crystal mountain?

lemon drops purify

is this string so true that you will not forget me?

rose petals prepare the bed of love

 

give me your hands lover , that I might anoint them with spikenard

as Mary Magdalene annointed the feet of Jesus

give me your heart lover, that I might paint it with roses

when the string of love binds you to me

 give me your wrists lover, that I might hold them with frankincense

when the string of love ties us forever

give me your body lover that I might own it in eternity

 

when the string of love cannot be broken

marry me lover my devotion is yours

the string of love is wet with tears and lemon drops

maya k doree le  the string of love

is musky as sandalwood, strong as  vetiver grass, pure as lemon drops, devoted as spikenard, heartfelt as roses, sacred as frankincense, and vast as the sea,

maya k doree le,

the string of love, across the ocean, draws you to me.

– Monica Miller- Sr. Contributor

 

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One comment on “Scented Sonnet: Across the Sea a String of Love”

  • chayaruchama says:

    Monica !
    I'm so grateful.
    I smell it and feel it, like the wind in one's hair.