to enslave my tongue from praising your beauty.
You are the sparkle tiny light that illuminates
the world when the darkness invades the land.
I will not allow the gong of death to capsize my
heart from beating your names. You are the
fragrance of flowers that fills my room in
a single blowing of the wind from the north.
I will sing you a more melodious song
that no brave bird could tweet except
to spit a flood of blood. I will chant. Chant
you a mind-blowing legs-lifting choruses
that will tickle your ears of my undying love
even when the universe remains to dust.
Beloved, I will chime you a lullaby that will
lure the butterflies to your arms when
the moon is full and the stars are gleaming.
(c) D.O Ismail