she refuses to smile, refuses to laugh, refuses to answer the poet's call, but slowly and gently the clouds of her love are beginning to varnish from the sky of his heart. LOVE SONG I see you like a bolt of lightning on a moonless night I hear you like the strings of poetry struck in the flow of a stream I taste you like the juicy liquids of a violent kiss Oh SAFIYYAH I feel yuo like love I feeeeeeel yoooooouuu like the liquor of love I ‘LL BE YOUR MOON At morning I’ll be your dawn At forenoon I’ll be your sun Your chirping birds and swaying trees at evening And When the sun falls into the depth of dusk And wingless steam of heat drizzles When chirping birds retire to their resting nests And swaying trees freeze When staggering stars swim in slumbering circles And a blinding darkness covers the earth I’ll be your moon, Yes, I’ll be your moon I WOULD NOT MIND… safiyyat I would not mind If you give me your face I would not mind to cut to pieces: Slice off your long pointed nose Soak it in vanilla ice cream And swallow it up I would not mind; To plant a tulip of poetry On your lips Pick up your eyes and paint on them The poems of my heart I would not mind To sculpt a verse of love on your cheeks And hang it where it will swing freely in my heart And the essence of your face I’ll gather together, bake, smear in honey And chew as the gum of love Then I’ll rise through the pillars of bliss, fed with love And chant Ayyuruuruiii Or does that sound odd? I would not mind If you will give me your face Even if you have to cut it Off your head with a blade As long as that blade, Is the sharpest blade of love I would not mind, SAFIYYAT I would not mind STRIKING THE STRINGS Your voice Sizzles through my soul Piercingly Like the whispers of a juicy flute Your eyes A crown of emerald Glittering in glitters More golden than gold Your stride A haven in heaven Palpitating in pearls At the gliding point of stars You are The poem I sing A sonnet Inscribed on a scroll of light You are The image I paint A Picasso Beauteous like the rising sun I will trudge the hills of joy Blow Into the trumpets of love Your eulogy Just to get a smile, your smile And be crowned a prince | 
