Salim Gold
Boudoir Couplets
Joy should spurn Sorrow, but lovers know both:
Desire, disturbed, stirs a poisonous broth.
The scent of sex is garden soil and grave.
To deprive of Love‘s flowers is to deprave.
I’ll serve you love that’s ripe and raunchy—
Risky as a curse, musky like whiskey.
Ma belle vagine, my “El Hacine,” dear king,
Likes “El Kebachiâ€â€”rambunctious fucking.
Smash down my sex! Thrust your hips twixt my thighs.
Mint pearls of sweat till tears silver my eyes.
I’m Yogini, the bitch-goddess of Love:
Take me! Take me! until it’s you I have.
Do you deem me mystic, mysterious?
That’s fine: Who understands the universe?
—Laila
Salim Gold, your poetry is beautiful and fluid. Every word set me on the isle! I really enjoyed all the poems. I write poetry too. I know beautiful poetry when I see one.