My A'ishah says-
when you do not sing about him
the mouth is like a dry spell of unholy flavours,
so sing, let his name bleed on the lips,
the same shying redness of his felicity
as you sang some months ago
but manha, offer no more words.
When his heart would be ripe
he shall know the path again.
when you do not sing about him
the mouth is like a dry spell of unholy flavours,
so sing, let his name bleed on the lips,
the same shying redness of his felicity
as you sang some months ago
but manha, offer no more words.
When his heart would be ripe
he shall know the path again.
2 comments:
Yous A'ishah, have eyes to see him.
What will be, will be :-)
Lovely!
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
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