I don’t want the dirges that herald the sky
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
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