Your lips are dark, my love,
and fleshy, like a date
And night is honeyslow
in coming, long to wait
I have fasted, darling,
daylong all Ramadan
but your mouth -- so sweet,
so near -- the hours long!
Grant but one taste -- one kiss!
You know what good reward
feeders of fasters gain
from our clement Lord
See how the fruits are ripe
and ready, O servant of God
Kiss me -- it's time, it's time!
And let us earn reward
By Mohja Kahf
1 comment:
sweet poem.
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