Sneeze Poem by Ibn Ali

She smiles
And I recoil like a man about to sneeze
Not at the thought
This appeals
But in contempt of sin
My surveying eye
How many lands it's been
My heart is annexed 
I find myself enslaved
Poor me, rich her
Asks for dues beyond my wage
But still demands her rent
Jewels, tossed in her pile of gems
Sadness has its fill
A raging bull, tethered by a string
Kept at bay by sanity and will
And of all
I find these opponents weak
So why provoke?
What have I done to you
How do I stand accused
And is it true
My tongue and heart are tied
I speak as my heart beats
Tug my strings and you'll evoke my speech
What's often said is meant
I've savoured nights through laboured nights we've spent
Savage bodies, hastened by youthful time misspent
You're here, as if you never left
You can't seek validation from strangers
Or valuation from places where it's bought
We buy what dignity affords
And we're poor
Who'd wish to be immortal and see you age
I'd wilt as you wilt
It doesn't please me to see you wrinkle
But it's written, that we fade
All colours shade in the light of day
Chasing shadows
I'm no good
I see you're well committed to your vice
And me to mine
Your beauty keeps the stars at bay
They're bright at night
Veiled at day when you're awake
Your home is here with me
You to me like Maude to Yeats
I'll always write for you
I'll always fight for you
And I will lose