Exotic Bride

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