I see it glowing in
your eye, so new,
And on those hips
of yours, tender
and lean,
Hosting Beauty in all
its breadth and
depth, I see the
dew
Of a new dawn in
my heart and
soul, to win
A new horizon
abrim with joy and
with you lived in
peace;
Like Aurora in
early-dawn mist
carrying those
'milky thighs'
that forever
men's
hearts deem
To beat too fast,
speechless in the
quiet utter loss
In truelove's holy
light, unable to
awake, or dream
And so is my heart
in your palms,
whatever you
say, wherever
you go,
No words can
express what in my
heart wanes,
What feelings, what
thoughts, what
hopes in want--
Nor how to your
ignorance I cannot
explain my pains,
What with your
love I see and
know,
you just can't
Imagine in your best
mind, all things
being equal:
Of Joy, and Love,
and all in holy
light
Of truelove; but alas!
as theirs is a
cry without
content,
The moth and the
star, so truelove
for you will
only be dream
of night,
Never to breathe
daylight, never to
live what was
meant
With Joy,
unconditioned
love with no
second-thoughts;
Your "Hi," said with
a tremble of soul,
with a defensive
smile,
Still self-conscious--
treading with
needless pain,
Worries about
tomorrows over
which you hardly
control for even
a while,
And second-
thoughts that in
our love you
cannot explain,
Though in your
mind you sport it--
where's the joy of
love you're
supposed to
live, anyway?
-by
Hakim H. Kassim.
(d. July 31, 2023/
Jigjiga)