Singiveram by Melina Raven Maness DieboldTo taste the ginger stain across lips
and savor the sting left on their tips
Sense the song the rhizomes dole
and watch the aroma ecllipse
Her hazel oculi delving, casting, shy
steamy tea-wisps through the wind whips
Pfaltzgraff quaffing, gentle flagon
with lips to kiss and hiss with sips
The last swallow done, Alas! Rue!
What joy is tea, Soma for lips!
12/29/2004 Author's Note: ghazal attempt. Will work on it later, please give suggestions and advice on it.
Posted on 12/29/2004 Copyright © 2025 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
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