Moon-like


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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