“My Poetry”

 

My poetry is my inseparable lover

At night I snuggle and slumber with her

A velvety couch of imagery is our dream

Of mystic lands, beings and forms unseen

In the morn my eyes open to her beauty

In her silky tresses I thread myself furtively

Her kisses are words of ecstasy

Burning my skin as evanescent paper arduously

As she carves with the pen of immortality

She turns to ashes my poet’s frisk and folly

Tuning my heart to lyrics of past life and mystery

Together we plough in the pasture of divinity

 

 

Copyright 2012, Anita Bacha

 

 

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