She was soft to the touch as a cloud, <br />To see her hair was to imagine <br />that a whole winter did not contain <br />darkness enough to form its shadow. <br /> <br />She had pagan eyes, <br />full of nocturnal mysteries.... <br />Her mouth seemed formed <br />less to speak than to quiver, <br />less to quiver than to kiss, <br />less to kiss than to curl. <br /> <br />The closing-line of her lips formed <br />with almost geometric precision, <br />Her presence brought memories of <br />the tropical midnights; <br />her moods recalled Lotus-eaters... <br />her motions, the ebb and flow of the sea; <br />her voice, the violin of Orphius...<br /><br />Nazmul Haque<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-queen-of-night-2/
