Two Ghazals

—for CMAH

Your hips dance fog on the minds of kings,
He orders my head on a dish for you.

My tongue swirls over the fragrant bloom
Then sinks deep in the dewed abyss for you.

I can wield words with a razor sharp tongue.
I would be willing to give up even this for you.

Josh stares nights away, searching the stars.
He finds one ripe, and makes a wish for you.



With rejection slips, gods burned my rhymes
But they'll rue the day they spurned my rhymes.

I write in the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
Let nobody say I don't earn my rhymes.

I woo a vision of beauty incarnate
But tear eyed and heart broke, she returns my rhymes.

I wield my rhythm and stop on a dime
Getting ten cents change when I turn my rhymes.