SHE is known to me in the middle of
the night,
My most familiar figure blossoming
over heart and soul--
The slender-tall ethereal figure with soft
hands holding in holy light
Her small ******* softly on me yet to
caress along, and cajole
Me in infinite sensual energy and desire
to gratify, but to console;
SHE is beyond what in words to express,
what you usually perceive;
SHE carries me gently over all desire
passing and carnal,
To draw me safe and sound, for SHE
would never deceive
All the way till Ultimate Joy in being
abysmal
In the wilderness that is the One, true
and actual!
-by
Hakim Kassim.
(-d. April 15, 2025)
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 5:13 PM UTC
SHE is known to me in the middle of
the night,
My most familiar figure blossoming
over heart and soul--
The slender-tall ethereal figure with soft
hands holding in holy light
Her small ******* softly on me yet to
caress along, and cajole
Me in infinite sensual energy and desire
to gratify, but to console;
SHE is beyond what in words to express,
what you usually perceive;
SHE carries me gently over all desire
passing and carnal,
To draw me safe and sound, for SHE
would never deceive
All the way till Ultimate Joy in being
abysmal
In the wilderness that is the One, true
and actual!
-by
Hakim Kassim.
(-d. April 15, 2025)
