I
The burning kiss
That leaves a mark
That went amiss.
The silent eye
That one drop,
that fell
The slobber that never came.
The bursting vein
The hair on end
The brace before the breaking pain
Those upturns
That make me glad
To be the cause, to lighten your very being.
The pounding heart
The sense of shame
The folly because there was none.
The fire in my belly
That glazed my eyes
That calms when I set down.
The soothing sounds
Of the greatest dikr
That emanate from my mouth.
That calms the rivers
That meet and greet
Bold and brash, silent and glad
Fired and bursting.
Within me.
The sense of glory
That causes me to ask of my Lord
For a forgiveness that is certain.
The fulfilment of an oath taken.
The reward is certain.
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Written August 2015
