I remember there was this one girl
Who handed me a mark saying, "You shall seek
Only the face of God."
Like those few before me, I walked towards the Light
Shunning the Sun's tender ray tickling my bare skin.
But my eye sights have gone.
I can no longer see what's close to me.
Focus too long on what's afar
Or what's not there...
Maybe I won't go there.
There was a shaman vision, too,
Foretelling that my happiness is not for now.
Also.
When the time is right,
"Just you wait," she said.
Her love that I crave will be mine to eat,
When time and our souls shiver.
But stay upwind from me.
A pauper accumulates more than grime,
The stench is tangible; I wear it thick.
Whole in parts? Love's indivisible!
To touch the sweet fragrance,
You must smell the rose.
Lastly, shall I speak in tongues,
Creating something brand new,
From now, till here, for me?
Will you then come?
Stand above me and lay your hand on me.
It's the touch I crave,
More than any words heard and unheard.
Let's waft the charged air,
In and out.
Addendum: Edits are in red.
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