You Make Me Something More Beautiful Than I Am Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
You Make Me Something More Beautiful Than I Am
I crawl back into myself
before dawn
the flesh of me in the corner
below the covers...
the ones that made me
Queen of Sheba.
where I posed
with all the finesse of Cleopatra,
and the fury of Bach
until the cd
sounded a final note...
and the room fell silent
except for breathing.
This is not living
this is dreaming
then collapsing
into your absence.
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8/25/2026 9:08:05 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
I love the reference to Egypt here Very nice- Namaste Peter