a few more days … … …
as the branch of the oak sashays,
solitary palms undulate, and sway,
i count the days,
till i feel your loving gaze,
your soul, your heart ablaze,
i count the days,
till our separate ways,
dispel the haze,
i count the days,
when seeing you will make my eyes with desire glaze,
i count the days,
mattering not what cards fate plays,
i count the days,
till destiny’s highways,
merge, embracing the sun’s scorching rays,
for as awake this man lays,
the need, the hunger, the desire aching and ravenous, stays,
as i think of you,
counting the days,
until our seduced souls through the night skies blaze,
i count on you,
counting the days,
when the need for each other whisperingly says,
for you, i have crested the waves,
knowing my hunger for you may be a craze,
a craze that shall abide, firmly rooted, in nights and in days,
as i remain still,
counting these remaining moments, for you my being entire craves,
i lie awake,
counting the days,
lying awake, counting these minutes, these days … …
Such intense declarations in perfect rhythm and rhyme must certainly stem from authentic experience. Awe inspiring that you get to love someone so completely body and soul.
Keep writing and keep loving. Your best work is when your muse hits the sweet spot.. we all get to bask in the literary glory of your surreal love affair …
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you are far far far faaaaaaar too generous, my dear old not-so old friend. your comment is more lyrical than the scribble and I mean it – but as ever thank you shukriya mere dost-e-azeez – salaams to the whole family
Peace β always
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Wa alaikumsalaam
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Love it.
Absolutely love it. π
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siyabonga my sister! Deeply
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Wow what a lot of rhyming. Great work. Seduced souls a great phrase.
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thank you ever so humbly my sister. thank you truly.
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