Sapphire Sips

I have this - body of a lover, a masochist’s brain

but…There is a magic in the air.

A thundering silence.

At night - I see your silhouette in the canopied jewels above my head.

I grasp at the air but you don’t get any closer.

Silent like the Moon, louder than the Sun.

We have an oceanic appreciation for the deep

And yet above.

Flying in a desert of winds atop sugary sweet sky scrapers

I have soared to that stage of Love

Which bears absolute annihalation.

Those snowcapped sands that kiss the first heaven

Are dunes on a hill of artful war which holds no retaliation

We have shred through the passages of time

Bashir, what is this sensation?

It’s from الله