On the brink of love
by Omer Tarin
I saw her catch love
in a mirror,
the almond of her eyes
blossoming into truth;
I saw him freeze
in that moment,
pitching the tent of his
wandering
upon her doorstep;
When the kohl of
night
stained the ivory of
their cheeks
I stole quietly by,
holding my breath
within the hollow of my
hands;
Not even the soul dare
suspire
on the brink of love's
embrace.
© Omer Tarin 2016
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1 comment:
<3 What a beautiful little poem ! So moving and delightful.
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