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In the late night light
of the bedroom lamp

you watch me watch you
undo your favorite dress;

you don’t stop until
the garnet necklace

around your neck
is the only thing

left in the world for me
to touch that is not you.
your whale oil sings to a teaspoon
and the rabbits run fumbling
through the daisy junk
of your yellow sun.
you are blue like green is amber
and the night has lost a thumb
on a scale.
your phantoms pall at your bedside.
they watch you dream and weep
heaving hazy dust
unplugged from a drum.
it used to lay upon the skin
of a tight snare... but now the rhythms
breach and all worlds
are none.

what is gone from you, we cannot say.
but it heralds the coming of a gone thought
on a spool of twine... the weight of moonshine
and utter loss.
it fogs the goggle of pine fresh eyes
and looms false.
but the tethers of your sweet heart
are upon me.

taunt.
Your Spell
Something is missing from my life
It may be my heart or my sweet soul
It may be taste of life or flavor of strife
At times seems I 'm missing as whole

My sweetheart can make me perfect
I can look forward to your beauty
I 'm under your spell and your impact
Your beauty makes me to take,agree

Our togetherness will lead us to unity
Where spring will bloom in all flowers
Our destination is determined by destiny
Your beauty will be taken by love showers

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
 Jan 2017 Marsha Singh
martin
morphine took charge
night came on
and turned into mourning
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