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.
