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the first moment
where every commitment
substitutes for treachery
and our caress involves
your cold steel
pressing
against my back.

you manage to
be pleased by
flattery and pleasure  
until the second moment,
we intimately raise a glass
to civility, both knowing

neither of us
deserves the other's embrace.
while our shield still protects
while our swords still stand
proud and bloodied from
previous battles

I do not fight with blades,
I sing to you
enveloping your mind with
stimulus  
of wishes and dreams,
of whimsy and fantasy
of promises and security
hoping that
your eyes may betray
the stillness that covers you
Abbas Dedanwala Sep 2019
Pastel skies lay ahead
on the horizon,
blurred into the melancholy sea.

Find you too not
this supreme feeling?
what is its name I do not know
for I cannot hold it as I hold you

now,
rightly so,
in the present.

What gift has been bestowed upon me?
I am searching the depths of the wind,
but the droplets it carries onto my tongue
do little to quench my thirst
so I stay
a naive sailor
lost within deep waters

Are you the answer?
My treasure in the sea?
My fair-skinned maiden standing beside me
with hips of gold and spirit-filled eyes.
Drink you too from this lantern eve?

Maybe in the morning, we shall both know.
Abbas Dedanwala Jun 2019
Slender and sunset spotted
I glean your legs and climb your
waist
Taking in every sound your skin makes
as my finger guides the words
off your lips
and into mine
Abbas Dedanwala Jun 2019
as the May
sun sets over our
reign.
We breathe and savor
the flowers of the lily, wishing
they rise again, after the
late solstice of gloom comes and goes:

Sweet Lily, we shall meet again.
after the floods and the thaw, I shall be reborn.
but for now, my season has passed,
and the arid droughts of summer
must test the roots I have grown
in so short and beautiful a time
Are we ever reborn? Is this the only spring for me? Or will I get to savor the ever glowing feel of youth again? It has to be. I will miss this world and its lilies too much, to visit only once
Abbas Dedanwala Jun 2019
As the sand and the stars
That we are born from
Seep away from our skins,
And stain the sheets we sleep within,

staining them blue, and gold, and silver,
And all of the colours
of the galaxies
That we’ve seen

We embrace to call them back.
And you wrap your shine over mine as
The infinite flows back into
Us coalescing into one finite universe.

Larger, more beautiful,
More full of life and love and vigor
Than any we have ever seen before.  
That my love, is for you and you alone.
Abbas Dedanwala May 2019
is cracked and beaten
by blistering heat and blistered feet
the Road
is long and heavy
ridges eroded by sweat and tear

the Road is the arizona sun
Parched and pale
Heat resonating over the evergoing stretches of black
ash and stone

the Road
has taken its toll on me
my tired eyes and burnt lips
utter prayer to thee
the Road
asks,
takes,
wants…
all

and gives only more Road
in return

the Road is twisted,
barren and broken,
eroded by the stream of flesh and bone
and the dust will kick up
and the winds will shatter the sand around you
and you’ll tuck down your skull

wondering
Why do I ride the Road?

Then and then only
In that flicker of time
between question and answer
the Road will ask.
it will whisper for your soul
do not give it.
do not cede.
give everything else
but not that.

If you do this,
Then only will you quench your thirst
and have the epiphany
To look back upon the years rode
and wander into wonder
of the many lessons learned.
Abbas Dedanwala Mar 2019
I can see you
on the other side of the
bush
The humidity makes my eyes foggy and the
sticks and shrubs and flowers make it hard to
see
but I can see you
your shadow.
pulsating up and down
in and out

I can sense it
the curves along your body
Close my eyes
Run my fingers over the goosebumps on your
slender
You're sensational
You're a lioness
lost in the forest
Waiting for happily ever after to be called out

I can feel your tongue slip over mine but
             somehow
and I don't believe them -
they say you're a mirage.
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