there is a longing
in my mind’s body
that permeates
through into
my core

::limbs ache::


for a sight of him (s)

hymns of complaint
pass from lips
wet from praise
and prayers on
him (s)

humming my soundtrack:
“talama ashku gharami”
this obsessive love:
oppressing my regular breath

gaahh sssp iiihng
at the thought
of seeing him (s)

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