"my scent within Dragon's blouse"
By T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
- 1742 reads
roar as you leave me
so that i may hear your going
as you come closer to me
oh my love, our love is not contained
in a bottle of this world
it's his scent
turning upon itself to become our future.
eyes hear your world looking only for you
spirit embraces your movements in a light
that the shadows cannot touch
Look Allah! that is him
the one that walks silently through the blind.
camouflage suit in a non-camouflaged world
scream a language they do not understand
the scream is not a scream but an unfamiliar path
feared by a people swathed in blackness.
Allah, i prostrate at the mere thought of you
my face upon your face
my tears bathe in your forgiveness
creating an ocean pool
in which mankind may find their way.
oh tailor of my life, weave threads
of protection and light thru his cloth
so they may understand he is not an enemy
but one from another aspect of your face.
awake! lift the mask of shaitan
forge a path to the beloved and learn to love
the lovers as the beloved loves you.
only then will you feel his face draw nigh.
and to my magnificient beloved, may Allah
paint his ninety nine names upon you.
may his sight be your sight,
his tolerance be your tolerance,
his power be your power.
there is a place before his diamond chair only for you.
use it often and wisely.
he has already begun his whisperings;
they are in the passionate howl
when the moon echoes her reply.
hunt with her, for she knows the language
and nuance of this beast.
it is in reflection of what is known.
what is the response when they call to him?
your beloved is the green and brown that surrounds you.
the etchings on your tags.
she is the hard earth upon which you sleep,
the privilege you so loyally clean.
as the muezzin calls the lovers,
he also calls yours.
look how her face glows further
with love for her beloved and his lover.
bathe in the scent of my veils
for they will recognise you
as one from long ago.
a name not heard by this life's ears
but the soul sings i know it!
as you blow away into the wind.
in silence i hear you
in darkness i see you
i touch fire and feel your passion
pull me into the flames
so that i too may smell the fragrance of this wine
and taste the first swallow of sea water.
the wind whirls you into this world
a single glistening raindrop
to split and fall upon the faces
of your many children.
as they open their mouths to catch you,
you swerve and plop on their faces.
their childlike giggles sing beauty to your ears ~
"my scent within Dragon's blouse"
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova~
25jan05