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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simply amazing!
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