Blaze Me
To my reasons and emotions what thief of love
The ribs has broken and cages of white dove
Who in seclusions her wings toss to breasts
And fan the fire to bring down frozen crests.
Onto her cozy throb, the blaze of beloved
Burns like low flame, desires and stances proud
And from void, who is thus composing lyrics
Unheard hitherto, echoed from what matrix.
A sudden I do heard rush, but what melody!
Thaw out the heart and on ride a few only
But wits, isolating the frame from formality
Bringing, but a little at fore the reality.
O dove! Settle on my branch, inflame the bark
Set fire, to lit my thousand leaves, my dark
Dense and jealous thought, like a sinner wrought
In the deepest hell, for heaven a life to start.
Copyright © Mushtaque Barq | Year Posted 2013
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