Your have tainted my sanity
and my body throbs for your partiality...
You, man of the other
and I, a woman of another...
I am in awe by your-Mystery
Infected by your- Silence
promises cradling my being
sipping dream in the morning...
you nurture my existence in trance
by feeding wrinkled thoughts of lust
funny, I scrambled for it to last
because, I miss you while I am near you
and long for him when I am within you.
© 2011 Emu Getachew - work in progress.
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A nice poetic imagination, Emu. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks