Moss Poem by Ibn Ali

Moss



And if my heart were made of stone then you'd be moss
Flames make the shadows dance when you see men sit still
I'd walk barefoot on broken glass to hold your hand
You can't forget me
I've bleached you from my tapestry
The threads petrude in form and function
It seems that you won't let me
Love is no democracy
But here you stand elected
My exceptional exception
Raindrops sound static
White noise to drown the thoughts
To place my lips exactly where you placed yours
Give me the cup despite the drink
To alleviate the thirst, a subtle kiss
Unforgettable
The oil to my water
Unsuppressable
I've journeyed to you
Tattered clothes and dishevelled hair
Many scaled the mount to stake claim
They're my successors, my heirs
Let them climb
They'll find me on the summit, if they survive
I built a wall and raised it high
Bolstered my defences
But left the enemy in the gates
So she's safe
Her image and her mention
She is life
In her are all my lows and highs
The answers and the why
The leisure and the work
This is a story best told in reverse
If I say Morocco, she knows
Eindhoven, she knows
We speak in code
I write for her
She reads and approve what I wrote

Thursday, November 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: lost love
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