I was a sphinx gazing at
The desert of my discontent
Before I tasted your lips.
After you kissed me
Everything changed:
The desert is a savanna now
And I sing the fandangos of our love.
“Only the written kisses
Survive the brief
Incandescent alchemy
Of human passion,”
The poets claimed
But that is not true
‘Cause when you look at me, I burn,
You touch me, and I’m caught.
Poets, what do they know
About love.
But I can excuse them
Because they cannot hear
The fandangos of our love.
And never tasted
The nectar of your soul.
Nicholas Fourikis
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Hello Nicholas,
Abigail is a great love poem, it had an immediate impact when I read it. I loved “desert of my discontent” and “nectar of your soul.”
You are indeed an excellent poet, I look forward to reading more of your work.
Kind regards, Gabrielle.
Thank you Gabrielle,
Your words are precious to me.
Warm regards, Nick
Cheers to Abigail, Nicholas! What a romantic, poetic encounter!
Keep drinking the nectar!
King regards, Frederika
Thank you for your kind words, Frederika,
Women evoke the finest feelings in me.
God bless them all!
Warm regards, Nick