Slow the love, <br />slow the intoxication <br />Yes slow the love <br />and slow the intoxication <br />in abundance tonight <br />the red wine flows <br />slow and slow thy glance do bring <br />Towards my heart-the holiest of places <br /> <br />Drunk have I, <br />from the goblet rusted, . <br />red wine of your love that floweth. <br />When in flamboyance <br />thou enter the city of love, <br />unveil thy love, <br />to this thy princess <br />in the Garden of Eden’s Paradise, <br />sans ambulations and rituals. <br />Slow the love <br />slow the intoxication. <br /> <br />Traversed have I, <br />deserts of solitude <br />oasis of honey my embrace, <br />In taverns of yore <br />For the old woman’s blessings <br />In her hands I seek, <br />the knowledge <br />of the vedas unveiled, <br />to ask for advice <br />for lost I say <br />is my heart <br />to this pilgrim unkown <br /> <br />Seek, <br />oh let me seek <br />thy glance, <br />a bit of it <br />Anoint me <br />with the musk of the oil <br />That flows <br />from the depths of your heart, <br />In poems <br />and in sweet verses, <br />where thou shall sing <br />to my heart of gold. <br />With magic of love <br />from underneath. <br /> <br />Anjali <br /> <br />22-01-2009<br /><br />ANJALI SINHA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slow-the-love-2/
