I want to lose myself
in desert, in jungle,
lost in your thought
repeating your name
like an old woman
recites her rosary
until I start to lisp
and my tongue becomes tired

I want to cry
in your longing
until my throat starts to ache
and stops making sound.

Oh, my beloved,
I have never seen
such a grace
that your face holds.
Don't test me more
let us merge and be one
and become careless
about this trembling empire
called the world.

© Ali Ashraf