We lay on the bed
Supinely naked
Staring hard at the dull white
ceiling above us
As if reading some invisible verses
Of some ancient scripture of love
Hoping either of us would know
How to end this ostensive
love-making
Cast the dead weight of desires
away
And find solace in each other’s
company
But it has been long now
We have delayed the funeral far
too long
The dead between us is unbearably
fattening
How long can we mummify it in
silence?
The pyramid of our love is hollow
inside
The magical ritual of our
love-making
Isn’t enough to survive the
inevitable decay
We owe each other a proper funeral
And an eulogy of the last kiss
When words reach you and make you wonder of the magic in the way they were written... you know you're reading the work of somebody who has a passion of writing. Mashallah! :)
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