Wine Bearer of the Caravanserai
Her eyes peer like mirror pools
In the garden of the Taj Mahal
Where the light of her soul shimmers
In reflections of the stars in the sky
On the forever bend of the moonbeam Silk Road
Leading like a spice route
To the Shiraz Rose of her lipstick
Whose petals open sesame
To welcome the camel riders of Rajasthan
To the caravanserai of her heart
Where they drink the wine she bears
Like a sacramental love offering
From her goblet to their lips
When the crescent moon is an amulet
Suspended in the midnight heavens
While her tresses are gossamer strands of Luna
Aglow with the love light she bestows
Upon thirsty men
Smitten with the artistry of her elegant face
Whose gaze is the blossom of roses
In the lost Babylonian Gardens
Of ancient evenings under her spell
Rated for Mature(17+)
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Somewhere history and romance meet. A finely penned travel…thanks for the drink!
Thank you so much Benjamin! This is the first poem of the romantic historical quality I have written this year. I am very grateful for your words.
John