You walk brave on my sacred soil
A land of earthy, turmeric presence
You come and go for each new season
From famished love to one good reason.
Two goddesses pale behind ivory veils
Each powdered by solitude of sadness
They fall in love with you in a heartbeat
But one, with lasting love of fiery heat.
The pungent, bitter marriage vows
Siffing finer what is left and save the rest
Of any singular flavours to serve our hearts
But all else fails, to our loves we depart.
Then, here you are…
English eyes of sweet, clear bluish sky
Sees the windows to my spiced soul
You climb smiling the dusty mountainside
As I watch my dreams, bearing pride.
Desires burning like chilies of summer
While our tea calms cold monsoon nights
So fair, you lay smooth like soft satin
Rising above my humble mustard skin.
My angelic eyes, my long charcoal hair
Dress of silk sways to the stride of my feet
My fragrance you embrace dwells in you
Our feelings well wrapped in explosive hues.
I’m your ginger, my love, run away with me
Tell me you love me to those who do not see
Like rocks and streams we cannot hide
Take my hand and I shall be your exotic bride.
≈♥≈ © Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 06.01.14 | "Exotic Bride" a poem