My poetry is my inseparable lover
At night I snuggle and slumber with her
A velvety couch of imagery is our dream
Of mystic lands, beings and forms unseen
In the morn my eyes open to her beauty
In her silky tresses I thread myself furtively
Her kisses are words of ecstasy
Burning my skin as evanescent paper arduously
As she carves with the pen of immortality
She turns to ashes my poet’s frisk and folly
Tuning my heart to lyrics of past life and mystery
Together we plough in the pasture of divinity
Copyright 2012, Anita Bacha