I saw an oracle bathing in ancient moonlight,
Her tender naked body,
Gracefully cloaked in flowing silk garments –
I saw sparks of joy exploding like sapphire jewels,
Their iridescent hues gleaming,
Like a hypnotic prism of technicolour silhouettes –
I felt the soft embrace of sensual cotton cushions,
The tingling rush of sacred blood and hands touching delicately,
Like wrinkled souls awakening into ecstatic dreams of adoration –
I saw the scintillating twinkle of a divine rosemary garden,
The autumnal breeze gently billowing the holy glowing tulips –
I saw a symphony of ephemeral butterflies,
Floating through an incandescent haze of strange bliss –
I saw a velveteen kaleidoscope of tingling illumination,
And her seductive lemon lips curling,
A lover’s whisper and midnight caress –
I saw fluorescent ringlets of jasmine intertwined,
Scattered exquisitely upon the sublime meadow grass,
And luminous lavender,
Resting below a cosy cobbled tomb.
Poem by Stamos Mardou