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Sunday, July 16, 2006

To See My Darling Angel

To see my darling Angel...
And not tremble for joy,
- That cannot be.
To see her near and trace
The answer to each exquisite desire on that face
And yet sit meekly back, head bowed,
- That cannot be.

Therefore, O beloved Image
Of all pure things ever wished and needed
That does arouse in me passions
By my own controls exceeded
- I must from thee fly.

I must run and find
An unhallowed spot
Where the moments
Like air molecules - full laden with thee
Surround me not.

Where sharp, cutting Reality is reduced
To the blunter stings of Dream
And Fantasy,
Where Desire
Though hot-melting as ever
Does not yet sit on fire.

I must from thee run.
For a little assuagement- a little respite
From that gnawing craving that delves into my soul
Beyond the bounds
Of reasonable self-control
When thou, its divine food, is near.

I must from thee run
Die to thee
And wait for a rebirth-¬
This is no place for divine cravings
This mundane earth.
Sadia Arman
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