Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A love poem to the not in love (Part 3)

Would you harvest me from the remnants of storms

unmasked in the soft cotton of your shirt,

admire me as rare, blue sea glass

in early, eastern rays

your fingers curved around blunted edge

kiss me as if I might break if you did

or didn't

would you give up your act to be in this story -

the one that we divine

in spite of this,

would you tell me something to make me stay?

Yasmeen Najmi

Copyright 2010 Yasmeen Najmi

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