Desert wines and roses



You come to me in flashes of delight,
and I adore you like a virgin spring
in an oasis in Sahara.
Let us not be overwhelmed, however,
by our love of endless fields of wines and roses,
but let us be sensible and handle it with care.
I know you are so brittle as an old Venetian glass,
and I will never touch you but with velvet gloves
to only stroke you with the gentlest touch of ease.
I need your love and thirst the more I miss it,
but I shall never drink it to the bottom
since I know that even an oasis in Sahara
might run dry if overused and used unwisely,
so I'd rather thirst than risk to waste our love
on anything except the holiness of our togetherness.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-01-05 at 10:20

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Kathy Lockhart
your romantic side is shinning in these poems. It is a joy to read them.
2008-01-06


Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
I believe to much of everything is not really good. So agree with you when you said:

"I need your love and thirst the more I miss it,
but I shall never drink it to the bottom
since I know that even an oasis in Sahara
might run dry if overused and used unwisely,
so I'd rather thirst than risk to waste our love
on anything except the holiness of our togetherness."

GReat words my friend! happy New Year!!!
2008-01-05