David And She
She rubbed the bows rick on earth
From between the crevices of sandy bricks
Where the purple flowers would stick in deep
Black crow would tell her the time not a minute
Up and down as the sun ray in gold would stream
Inside to wake him up in the month of holy rituals
From convoluted desires of libido her aroma of youth
Just budding for the mystery in her head as her bosom
Would hang down to let her know of ripeness
First of the fruit of the season in tenderness
Beneath the small holes of windows would she
For the effect on the body of David as sculpted
Of dreams the moment she steals in real
She her enzymes of chemistry tingling vitals
No one knows what is happening in that dawn
There were more birds than were the usual
The old lady like dried tree bark
Looked for her she reminded of her youth
The pull of the bodies from David and the she
Unbraided her hair to let loose the odor
Only birds could smell or the old lady
Or the David that was to sculpt himself
Not from marble but from earth of crevices
From where she had been picking purple orange
Neither yellow butterflies some with other color
The drops from masculinity not stone in the palm
For a soft touch of a healing hand of the maiden
The woods of the window when were broken
And when chewed it tasted like that girl
From: The Groove
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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