Timelessly yours,
my palms throb
with your scent,
they lean toward you
my sage, my love,
your hair twisted in mine,
our fingers trace
the celestial calligraphy
the air recite~
Our hearts converse
of exquisite tales
the night never witnessed,
we couldn’t help
gazing into each other
for hours, mirroring,
enchanted and chanting:
Light is the Way.
Speechless and moon-like,
I glow in your embrace,
now where is my prayer mat?
Center me again tonight.
© 2012 Aïda Touré
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