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A Love Poem
~ and it is yours ~
I,
stretched and drowned
in the sun,
born of this my world
waited.
Then a dazzled sky
opened itself to me
with a promise of
love’s redemption,
— more for its own sake than mine —
with faith lost, what’s left?
Wild is my soul
and it is yours.
And you are beautiful.
O fruit of paradise,
grant me a measure of happiness.
Happiness,
do not keep score today.
Wild is my spirit…
and it is yours,
breaks free of all rules
and dictats of man
and you are beautiful.
Fruit fallen from paradise,
sing an aria of love’s
immortality
even as the evening breeze
dies before dawn
and abandons buds
trembling with soft pain.
When was it that our hands touched?
And like a murmured breeze
I held your essence gently
into cupped hollow
of my hands and I saw
desert roses filling
your palms and blooming…
when I look at you
you smile and make me smile …
It’s as if a spell whirls and swirls
stars into our eyes
love’s insanity holds
sway over me
all I want is you.
Last night
I dreamed of what
would come true,
if it could…
an exhausted lover
consumed by passion
takes an arduous path
to you, my love
in broad daylight.
Unafraid and proud she
puts her mouth to yours,
lingers to drink
and leaves tongue
loose in your mouth
to talk to you about love
Farida Haque
