I

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. 

END

Written August 2015